Fun With Tattoos and No Fun In Fremont

Last week, my friends Laura, Jesse, Dre, and I had the misfortune of attending The Worst Party In The World, at The Worst Bar In Seattle. There was promise of "free booze" and "free food" and an appearance by a somewhat iconic member of the late 90s NW indie scene -- compete with new band! We raced over there, to this Worst Bar In Seattle, and discovered that invitations had been misread and that "free booze" was cut off at 7p; exactly the time that we arrived. The plentiful free food was neither, and consisted of a "clever" and "ironic" selection of tater tots, miniature corn dogs, and some sort of awful looking white bread bun sandwiches. I believe that there may also have been chili, but, unlike Dre, I wasn't so brave as to raise the lid on the institutional cauldrons on the "buffet". Granted, tater tots may be "cute", and clearly someone thought that a group of "hipsters" would relish the irony of greasy "trashy" food, but chili? How could anyone think this is a good idea to fill people with chili and beer in a cramped bar and then expect them to stay for music that lasted until closing? Clearly this was not thought through very well.

long story short, we bought drinks, decided that we had to leave immediately, had debit cards held hostage until we drank $10 worth of $2.50 beer (insuring our return) and decided to go to Laura's for Rock Band and wine. Along the way we got temporary tattoos, courtesy of Laura via Dave Eggers, and an otherwise horrible evening was on the way to being salvaged. That NW icon, however? Yeah, total no show. A shock, that one.



Me, with ibex (not, as Laura posted, "Goat").



Jesse, with "Be My Co-Defendant".


Dre with the baffling but cute "Power Of Attorney"; which begs the question, why a bat? Anyone?