Results tagged “highlife”

You've been in a meeting all morning. Exactly how many coworkers have to pontificate on the benefits of the new TPS reporting system before they let you out of there? All of them, apparently, even though everyone in the room knows you're moving to the new reports. "Um, excuse me, but can we go over the submission system again?" "Which part of it?" "All of it. I just got here." It looks like a few people have weird jaw aches, but they're actually reaching for cynide teeth. Come noon you're going to bust through those revolving doors like a bat out of hell and head straight to the nearest convenience store for a frosty Pabst Ice.

Yes, yes, spring has sprung as of yesterday and cliches are blooming like daffodils. But really, the day Seattlest pines for is April 2nd, when clocks will get set forward. Until then, this Equinox business is just a bunch of astrological hullabaloo.

Next to Centerfolds, Seattle's only male strip club (unless you count that place way out in Rainier Valley--which we don't), sits a dive bar worthy of the moniker, Crown Hill Pub. It is, afterall, in Crown Hill, and seeing as they only serve beer and wine, it is merely a pub. Most establishments which only serve beer and wine make up for lack of hard liquor with a vast selection of local microbrews and regional vintages. The Crown Hill Pub's most exotic selections include Miller High Life, Budweiser, Yellow Tail, and Ernest & Julio Gallo. That's fine, though, because we're not here at 10 o'clock on a Sunday morning to try something new, or god forbid, something drinkable. We're here to nurse our hangover and shoot free pool.