When we lived in LA we had no problem watching the Huskies play at Pauley Pavilion. We could just get in our car, hop on the 10, and presto, eight hours later we were in the building.
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Web site just to see if any disaster had befallen us overnight that may take precedence over our literary venture. What we saw, buried toward the end of the day's headlines, was this:
Tuesday 14th
Another copious serving of live tunes (not to mention opportunities to leave your smelly apartment), courtesy of Seattlest. You can thank us later.
What a great way to close out the summer: Beer, fried food on stick, irritatingly large crowds, great music, and a slight chance of rain (remember last year?). Seattlest loves us some Bumbershoot though, and we wouldn't let some pesky weather ruin our fun. This year looks to be a good one. A couple things we are digging right off the bat are the addition of good bands on the outdoor stages and ditching the Friday festivities before the weekend (we never went on that day anyway).
Seattlest received a tip from our only contact in the bicycle enthusiast hobo underworld (a sub-species also referred to by anthropoligists with the more politically correct term "Urban Primitive") that New York's Idiotarod - an urban parody of the Alaskan dog sled race whereby shopping carts are used as the vehicle of choice - will come to Seattle this weekend in the form of The Seattle Idiotarod. The Village Voice covered the recent New York session and the situation the idiots enjoyed with the local police.
During Seattlest's formative years in the eighties, we watched an obscenely large quantity of those low-grade horror films the movie studios kept pumping out on a near-weekly basis. Perhaps because of this, we still tend to avoid sleepaway camps, hockey games and people who wear gloves made out of knives. Even though we are older, gainfully employed, and no longer living with our parents, we still have a soft spot for all things scary (except for spiders, which totally wig us out). We were incredibly excited when we heard about the ACT theater putting on a performance of The Woman in Black. This gothic horror story of ghosts, curses, missing people, and lawyers is just the thing to hold us over until the next M. Night Shyamalan movie (forgetting, of course, about The Village, which really sucked).

Tuesdays are Muppet Days