Happy Hour

Right.
Got up Saturday and ran 10k because we're both guilt ridden, Boston bound morons. Hopped in the car and jetted to the border. Dude. We waited at the border crossing for two fucking hours. Holy sweet god. I would like to thank the CBC for 'Quirks and Quarks' and for Sook Yin Lee and for entertaining us for the duration while also educating us. Weird note? I brought my CBC shirt to Seattle cause I'm a dork.
Drove like a bat out of hell to get to Seattle and we checked in and decided to wander around and grab something to eat. We encountered a community garden en route to the docks where we saw a gigantic ship. The Seattle waterfront is an interesting one. They've managed to cut it off by building a viaduct or a freeway or whatever the terminology is, and it's quite a waste. But once you get down there it's somewhat intriguing. It's a mix between a tourist trap and a working waterfront because the Victoria Clipper and working vessels come in there.
We continued on, in search of sustenance and, um, I don't get Pioneer Square. It seemed pretty shifty and it appeared to be more of a triangle and I just had this bad vibe Gastown feeling and I said, "We're outta here" and we went to the Owl and Thistle down some shady alley and it was good. Didja know (because it's being kept secret from us) that the Americans produce beer other than the shit known as Budweiser? Their micro brewed beers are absolutely fantastic. Sorry Granville Island, I'm all about the Mack and Jack and the Manny's. So, so good and I don't even care for beer. And they have Happy Hour down there. I haven't seen Happy Hour since I was in Mexico in the goddamn nineties. Happy Hour is brilliant. Why in the hell do we not have it up here? I swear it's the answer to our current economic woes.