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No snooker tables in the annex--its in the main ringlers. If'n you wanna play snooker though, a much cooler place to go is Sams over in the Hollywood district. First bar I ever went to at the ripe old age of 6 to watch my dad and uncle play snooker.

Ricardo, I haven't been haunting the old dives much anymore since I try to save my hard-earned scratch for actually climbing and other hobbies. Triple Nickle lost its rad juke box? I remember listening to Sunny Day Real Estate on the box at the Vern (another hangout I bet you know). I lived around the corner from there for almost ten years. I'm practically an owner now. Those were the dyas. I hope my lungs have recovered. Will: the Kingston is one of the only decent bars in town where you can get fries with gravy anymore. Beesaws used to have them before they went all yuppie. That was a happening bar back in the day.

To which you replied, "I'M RICK JAMES, BITCH!"

I had forgotten all about Martlet. Thanks for the reminder! That was a funny thread.

East side: second the Laurelthirst recommendation. Also The Basement, Twilight, Triple Nickel, Belmonts for the eye candy, Noble Rot West Side: Berbatis, Ash Street, Capt Ankenys, Brazen Bean (to ogle the Beautiful People), blue moon. Forgot to mention Sassys, a lovely gentlemens club on the east side.

The female climber of the first group was the follower, not the leader. He says the "fellow lead it" . . and the follower rested a couple times on the rope (presumably next to a gear placement) on the traverse.

Cruise the dumpster at Food Front.

A parent somewhere must be very very proud.

The Reed College cafeteria has a time-honored tradition of groveling.

Earplugs are mandatory for anyone sleeping within 100 yards of me. Unless you enjoy the lulling sound of my snoring.

Yes--and its also easier for them to see that someone just went through the gate twice within a very short time period or on two different parts of the mountain. Good luck with that.

Sounds like you handled yourself pretty well Ryland. Bummer that some passive/aggressive behavior had to rain on your b-day. Kudos on your special day. See ya this weekend.

There will actually be two parties going on out there this weekend. Lock up your sheep!

Used to be able to score some serious fresh produce from a farmers market by reed college but last time I checked the fucker had installed a lock on the dumpster.

Old 97's 10/18

I agree with Greg that Bush conveyed more emotion and appeal to the common man. This is the base of his appeal, his ability to strike a chord with "everyman" and it paints Kerry more and more like a pompous man of privilege. That being said, I listened to part of the debate on the radio and watched the remainder on TV and felt that Kerry had a bit of an edge on Bush due to Bush's delivery and affect. That response to the N. Korea question that started off mentioning Iraq was bizarre--Bush was obviously having trouble with his note cards. Did anyone else catch the frantic shuffling he would do? I'm still not satisfied with either candidate.

There is a TR of some adventure climbing on Crown Point that Shredmaximus and myself did last summer. Wear goggles in addition to the helmet. The memory has faded almost enough where I might be interested in going back out there. Drop me a line.

Central european women are hot. I liked them so much I even married one.

If anyone needs a ride from Portland shoot me a PM. I plan on leaving pdx around 6 p.m. on Thursday and getting back Sunday afternoon.

Sheep eye for the Polish guy

You called Greg extremist and stupid. That might ruffle some feathers, sport. Furthermore, he said crushed under the boot of reality. Not his boot. Moore's not a straight shooter.

9/1/2005 or 9/1/2006? I may have the former open, but not the latter.

And, like gym climbing, you can work out form the safety (and privacy) of your own home until you are ready to go "trad": "Love Ewe is a high quality, life sized, anatomically correct, inflatable sheep with red garters, fishnet stockings, and lipstick."

You say 'sheep shagger' like its a bad thing.