Dwayner Posted June 19, 2002 Share Posted June 19, 2002 June 18th...anticipated an ordinary night by ordinary standards. Just another Tuesday with its Mickey’s induced hangover from breakfast at the bowling alley at 0:dark 30. Messages checked on the internet....the usual stuff...Viagra spam...Nigerian get-rich schemes...and a message from an unknown elementary school classmate who just “discovered” me and wants to talk about all the good times I don’t care to remember. Then to cc.com. The usual cc.com pub club venue fight is still in full swing. When this Pub Club thing started, I was heavily berated as a big wussy when I called attention that in all fairness, it was Tacoma’s turn. Now “the struggle” is a weekly occurrence. The Alki, a.k.a. “The House of Hikerwa”, and Hooters, were dismissed. Hooters is OK, but I think that orange and white is an annoying color scheme for its busty babes. And they are also way too flirtatious...they act as if all they are interested in is a big tip. But that’s neither here or there. A place called the Eastside Zoo was proclaimed although it is nowhere near the zoo and it is on the westside of both the Cascades and I-5. Rumors of a smoky environment nearly kept me at home, but I took the dare and drove north. MattP’s directions were as sharp as his legal mind and I quickly reached my destination. Within moments, I knew this would indeed be no ordinary night. As I approached the front door of the tavern, a blonde feller wearing dark sunglasses dropped a lavender silk hankerchief at might feet. I pointed it out to the guy and he winked at me as he bent over to pick it up. It was Brad Pitt. “What’s he doing here?” I thought. Inside, things were happening. Keanu Reeves was kicking the crap out of the bar and breaking up some furniture. Brad and Keanu had just had some sort of nasty argument. The bartender didn’t seem to mind because all he wanted was an autograph. A familiar face in the corner sarcastically told me, “Hey Dwayner...your little climbing pals are upstairs...why don’t you climb up there and find them and talk about climbing and plan some climbing trips, Mr. Climber guy!” It was Molly Ringwald. We broke up a number of years ago over a trip I made to The Tooth. It was her birthday. I forgot. Big deal. The Brad/Keanu fight had something to do with her. One was cheating or something...none of my dang business. “Finish your breakfast, Molly”, I said as I waved her off. Just then...a commotion outside. A limo pulled up. Brad instinctively walked to its door and was surprised to find that neither the limo nor a horde of excited papparrazi were interested. It was AlpineK making his usual appearance. K strolled nonchalantly into the Zoo, passing Molly who blurted out a quick and desperate, “Kurt! I’m sorry!”. K headed toward the upstairs drinking loft. “Finish your breakfast, Molly!”, he responded without even looking. The bar manager kicked out the photographers and I followed The Alpine One where I was greeted by a mix of mountaineering celebrities, the likes of which I have never seen assembled at one place and at one time, EVER! A veritable who’s who of all that climbs. Dave Shuldt; bicycle-honed and beer-ready...MattP looking erudite in his suspenders...David Parker, who swam across Puget Sound to attend...Hikerwa, who bravely forsook his greasy Alki biker burgers to join in the mix...hardman Joe....pflepflepfle, speaking in a strange Icelandic dialect...Tacoma’s own Erik....Did I mention that Fendel was there? And the ladies? Both the mysterious and exotic Holly Climber and the delightful Jules, complete with raccoon eyes from a recent ascent of Mt. St. Helens. Both were able to abandon their pooches for the evening and make a well-appreciate appearance. And there was Ehmmic, glowing with Yosemite light and, of course, the enchanting “v”. Along with the future Mrs. MattP. And Allison was there, radiant in green. There’s a good chance I missed several people in the line-up. There were oh so many and the beer was flowing speedily, to say the least. (Make yourselves known and I’ll edit you into the report.) In short, the venue was less smokey and more fun than anticipated. There were shuffleboards that got a lot of action, and pool tables, and eye candy everywhere. I finally left after midnight and the place was still rockin’. Not bad! It looked like this: Almost as good as the one in Tacoma a few weeks ago! - Dwayner...telling his side of the story. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dwayner Posted June 19, 2002 Author Share Posted June 19, 2002 And who could possibly forget ChrisW and ChucK...two great guys whose names I shouldn't have forgotten. Last time I saw them, they were giving Keanu a sound beating in an alley while Molly stood by clapping. I bet they had an exotic evening! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chelle Posted June 20, 2002 Share Posted June 20, 2002 as always Dwayner an accurate and humorous trip report. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chris_w Posted June 20, 2002 Share Posted June 20, 2002 Good TR Dwayner. I wish you told me Molly was there, she still has a couple of my biners from DA TOOF. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chucK Posted June 20, 2002 Share Posted June 20, 2002 Chris, If you leave 'biners when bailing 'cause you can't pull the crux, then those 'biners are booty. Molly does not have to give them back, nor the yellow Alien and #1 Camalot you left. [ 06-20-2002, 07:15 AM: Message edited by: chucK ] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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