Saturday I went to the UW game, which was totally lame. Good food at tailgate, good weather, good people, but totally lame football. UW didnt score (or even get close to scoring) until 3 minutes left in the game. Just a long, boring, miserable excuse for a game.
So Kayjay and I left the game and went to the Nabob for some cider and good times. Pie met us there and we had a lovely time until Kayjay decided to head home. So Pie and I decided to walk down to Belltown in search of a hot dog street vendor. We get there and realize that it's about time for late night happy hour at Umi so we bypass the hot dog cart and head in.
On the way to our table, we run into a guy Pie used to work with. He invites us to hang out with his group, so we do. We meet his fiance (who's a really cool girl) and his friend the fighter pilot. Pilot boy invites Pie and me to come check out his plane the next day and we're thinking that might be fun!
A few hours (?) later, they announce we're leaving Umi and heading to Twist (a rather hip bar). Keep in mind that I'm still wearing a Huskies sweatshirt and purple and gold earrings. We're there for a bit when pilot boy gets a little drunk and starts seriously putting the moves on Pie and me. Yes, both of us. He was alternating his attentions (read: roaming hands) back and forth between us. Then Pie and I (who are both 5'9") got hit on simultaneously by Jeff, who is bald and like 5'5". Then we are told that it is closing time and we need to leave. We are literally the last people out of the bar. As Pete, fiance and pilot boy get in a cab, Pie and I say goodbye and get in line for our hot dog. As we're waiting for the grilled goodness, we agree that we are NOT going to check out the F-18 the next day.
At 10am the next morning, we hear a jet fly overhead and realize that we got a flyover. Who knew that going for a hot dog could be so dramatic!
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