Wait, what happened to last week!? I'm way behind on the Ralph report, that's for sure... I'll just have to keep it short and snappy.
Saturday, two weeks ago: We went to roller derby! Then we had drinks and fun.
Hm. Okay. Maybe that was a little on the short side. Let's try again.
Saturday, two weeks ago: Ralph and I strolled off to Key Arena to watch two roller derby bouts. Sadly, our local teams lost both, but we had a swell time nonetheless. Rain of Terror (Rat City Rollergirls' non-WFTDA sanctioned travel team) were quite easily defeated by Bruising Altitude (174-248), but Rat City All-Stars put up a good fight against Minnesota Rollergirls (127-145).
Famished and thirsty after yelling and cheering for three hours, a quick decision was made to head towards the neaby 5-Point Café, one of Seattle's oldest diners. This unique little dive bar opened its doors in 1929 and is one of those places you either love or hate (at least judging by their reviews on yelp). In my opinion, you just have to take it for what it is; don't be a jerk and you'll have a great time. We ordered some tasty grub from a heavily bearded man in a dirty, washed-out tank top and decided that this was no night for artisan beer or fine wine; no, we aimed straight for the well drinks. If you're unfamiliar with the concept, well drinks are what you get if you walk up to a bar and ask for unspecified booze and soda. They're cheap, usually quite nasty, and are known to generate massive hangovers. Still, this was the path we chose.
Below is a compound pictogram describing my cranberry vodka drink. Note how the precise placement of the straw makes the first sip contain a perfect amount of cranberry juice; after that, not so much.
These guys are s.t.r.o.n.g. (And we had a few.)
Next, we wiggled our way back to Fremont, making a few stops on the promenade; first at the nearest 24-hour liquor store to obtain some high-end ultra delicious hand-made craft... er... alcopops as refreshment on our journey, and then by one of Lake Union's docks to enjoy said drinks while watching the stars and the water. And laughing quite a bit.
Best part: neither of us were even the slightest bit hungover the next morning. I'm hypothesizing that the sweet nastiness of the alcopops neutralized the hard-hitting power of the well drinks, but I'm not sure if I dare to try a replicate. It might be pushing my luck.