Results tagged “drinking”

Someone doesn't want you to know about Seattle's water supply--they yanked an interpretative display off the wall of the Volunteer Park Water Tower. But someone else does want you to know: his name is Stokely Towles, which we half-consider to be made-up. He describes his Waterlines installation (also at Volunteer Park, in a trailer on the road between SAAM and the Conservatory) like so:

MvB is off to SIFF Cinema for Preston Sturges' Depression-era fable, Sullivan's Travels, and then there's a going-away party for a friend on pilgrimage, held in the medieval pageantry of Canterbury's.

The Midwest gets a bad rap, especially from natives of the relatively balmy Northwest states. We've always thought that's a little unfair; the colder, cheesier region isn't that bad. A person shouldn't, for instance, have to heavily drink her way through Wisconsin, like this 60-year-old Washington resident did while visiting the state. Not only is heavily drinking your way through Wisconsin a bad idea legally (she was caught seriously trashed behind the wheel not once, not twice, but three times), but you might also miss some of the many charms of the midwestern snowy winter while spending all of your energy simultaneously trying to stay in your lane and pouring yourself glasses of boxed wine. Focus, people. For everything there's a season, and a time for every purpose under the sun; there's a time for Washington and a time for Wisconsin. For that matter, there's a time for drinking and a time for driving. Don't flaunt the heavens' law by doing them at the same time.

OINK OINK, AUUGHHHH!: The NWFF is screening Pig Hunt (an apparently awesome horror movie) today as part of the launch for a new online culture magazine called The Rumpus. That sounds like a good time all around the block, literally, because you can go drink and eat at Vermillion before and after the movie and magazine launch.

INTERNATIONAL TIPPLE TASTING: As a Pacific Rim port, Seattle should really be more broadly acquainted with saké than it is. Enter tonight's premium sake tasting at Umi Saké House in Belltown, a Saké Nomi event designed to familiarize attendees with thirty of the world's finest (and in some cases, rarest) brands. You and your fellow fermented rice enthusiasts will be able to sample a saké whose brand hails straight from 1505 as well as an igloo-brewed variety called "Divine Droplets." Kampai!

EIGHT TRACKS 'N EIGHT TRACKS: Oh wait, that was the predecessor to Tapes 'N Tapes, the band playing at Neumos tonight. Everybody loves a little celebratory Midwestern indie rock on Inauguration Day, right? To prepare, or if you can't make it to the show but still don't want to Miss It, check out this Lollapalooza feature from a year or two ago where you can download the tracks from their set-list.

Speaking of rallies, the anti-ricin bar crawl on Capitol Hill also counts as a weekend protest. Drinking at the Crescent certainly sounds more fun than marching downtown, too. Where are all the photos, we want to know?! This Flickr stream, via CHS, is all we could find in terms of hard evidence that everything went down as planned. Did you attend? Better yet, did anyone make it through all eleven bars?

SEE SEE ME RIVER: If you can get yourself to walk beneath the frightening-toothed clown, nothing should stop you from checking out See Me River at The Funhouse tonight. Led by former Das Llamas front man Kerry Zettel, See Me River offers an audial version of American Gothic, crafting haunting acoustic songs that at once drone and soar.

What'll you have: Dewars or Redhook? Go to Saint, Hazlewood, Shorty's, or the West Seattle Easy Street Records tonight, plunk down some cash, toss back a drink and support The Vera Project, one of the city's most avid supporters and nurturers of Seattle's underage music scene. Starting tonight and running through Saturday, participating bars around town will donate money to the Vera for every Dewars or Redhook you buy in a fundraising effort called A Drink For The Kids. Locations switch up every night, so check the website for times/places. What a fantastic, easy excuse to get drunk and simultaneously support a very deserving local venue!

No, we're not using that headline to get your attention. This is really a post about free beer and wine in grocery stores.

Forbes must have an entire staff dedicated to list-making, because the magazine is at it again. This time ranking the hardest drinking cities in America. Seattle ranks a respectable eighth in the nation for drinking, where we are basically tied with drinkers in Cleveland and St. Louis. (We don't blame folks in St. Louis for drinking heavily--at all.) No surprise for anyone who's spent any time there and managed to remember any of it...Austin, Tex., is the hardest drinking city in America.

By now, you’ve most likely realized that Seattlest loves a little bit of the strange in our daily lives. Between all the off-beat circuses, live movies, and pillow fights, our entertainment tastes obviously run a little bit off center. It shouldn’t come as a surprise then that spending a day shooting nine holes of golf around Capitol Hill, in costume, at the bi-annual Seattle Urban Golf was right up our alley.

Yeah, we've got the same lame resolution as everyone else for 2008: Eat healthier and get to the gym more often. But, as we sit here drinking our first beer of 2008, a 6 month old homebrewed stout, we realized that we need a few beer goals for 2008. Following are a few things we plan to accomplish in the following year.

Dammit, neither were we. For opening day, Mr. Seattlest got up in the wee hours and was in lot 2 about 30 minutes before the lift opened, ending up about 20th in line. The guys waiting for first chair up front were drinking PBR tall boys and said (and acted like) they'd been there since about 7am. With a base of about 51", it was an excellent start. Snow was a bit heavy, and chair 2 never opened (as far as we know), but the second it does there's gonna be a full-on Chinese Downhill on 'Nash.

Siren's Echo, of Oldominion, is sassy, tough hiphop. One of the MCs, Toni Hill, has a rich and powerful singing voice, complete with control and range. Her deep, clear notes got the crowd excited, which is no small feat for an opener. These ladies are some of the first female MCs Seattlest has been able to truly enjoy live (not that we've seen many), and we're looking forward to hearing more from Toni and Syndel. Actually, we enjoyed Siren's Echo more than the next group, Unexpected Arrival, especially since Neema's voice gave out a couple of songs into his set. He hoarsely hollered through the last few tracks, which wasn't pleasant to listen to and didn't garner him many new fans; however, most of his a capella rhyming showed skill and certainly also showed Neema's drive to succeed. The energy definitely dipped during the set, from our perspective on the crowd. We wonder what Neema sounds like live when he's not all raspy and dry.

We have to be honest: We were slightly annoyed when we read the email promoting Seattle School's (of Motel fame) latest event. Anything that calls an organization "insanely exuberant" and says that it is putting on one of the "craziest film events in the history of the city" is trying pretty hard to sound zany and exciting.

A few weeks ago, singer/raconteur Jenny Owen Youngs was in town, playing at the High Dive the same time as the Fremont Bridge was being closed evenings, which led to our arriving mid-set in a state of high dudgeon. We decided to skip a half-assed review, and afterwards fired off some impertinent questions via email. We just heard back, and as you'll see, Jenny schools us a bit. Now we adore her even more. If you buy her new album, Batten the Hatches, tell her we sent you.

Cascadia's new cocktail menu (now that we've dispensed with Big City interlopers) includes a classic called Satan's Whiskers, a combination of gin (high-end Plymouth, ideally), sweet vermouth, dry vermouth, orange juice, Grand Marnier and (very important) orange bitters. All ingredients we're very fond of, so let's go for it.

Thanksgiving doesn't allow for us Seattlesters to partake in our usual rock and roll lifestyles. Instead it's friends and family and mellow times about the house. Our drinking's liable to be more restrained and coordinated with a heavy meal of rich food. (Seattlest Geoff offered some choice beer recommendations earlier this week for those who've got a pit-stop planned on the way to grandmother's house tomorrow.) And according to the weather report, it's going to be cold but clear tomorrow, with morning to afternoon sunshine to make that drive a little more pleasant.

We would like to take a short minute to let you know what we did on Sunday night instead of hitting up the Rakim/Ghostface/Brother Ali show for $32. Instead, Seattlest trundled over to The Comet, where we got to sit down (albeit in rickety wooden chairs), drink $4 whiskey sodas, and enjoy the hooting and hollering of a crowd of thirty at the Nite Owls show. We had never been to a show at The Comet; the one time we'd even considered stopping in for a drink, we heard the strains of hiphop coming from Havana across the street and we went there instead. As it turns out, we love the Comet and we love the low-key, gruff, rough-and-ready hip-hop we heard there on Sunday.

Tonight would be the night to dominate the jukebox at the Wildrose, because all the ladies (except for us) will be at the Paramount drinking a nice tall glass of alt.country goodness. Brandi Carlile's back in town with her hot twin-powered band and we understand she tends to pull traffic away from the corner of 11th and Pike (at least until 11 PM). We don't really get it, but whatever.