Georgetown

The Georgetown district in Seattle feels like you are visiting the city during Armageddon. There is this unspoken aura of "no rules" (F* the man!)as you walk around, so it feels a little uneasy and (yes, I'm going to say dangerous). But the funny thing is that everyone is super-easy going and friendly. Like a bunch of punks that truly are just punks-not trying to convince anyone of anything...just getting together to drink and have a good time.

we started out the night by seeing Elvis return from the dead. he sang all the old hits while we sipped vodka/red-bulls.

then we went outside to watch the guys on their trick bikes

it was awesome, until someone lit a bottle-rocket and it flew over our heads and busted a few feet away.

the crowd loved it!



i was ready to run for cover-kelsea's face says it all

ok. you know what?
karl is a really freaking good guitar player.
i'm just going to say it-but don't tell him
i don't want him to think i've started liking him or anything.

well shoot.


meanwhile, outside a riot had broken out.




just some harmless destruction-its fun!


back inside-9 lb hammer






the end.