Ok, this is the last time I'm going to mention the dead guy.
Massive heart attacks in our rearview, Steve, Bruce, and I keep the Friday happy hour streak alive. We do, however, revert to the safe haven of Alki. Some asshats were taking up the deck at the Boo so we settled for Coyotes.
No one died (close call between and pedestrian and a convertible) even though Steve once again refused a shot and ordered the beer. He never got it (I think this saved the pedestrian) which also saved us some dough we would have otherwise tipped our waitress. She was cute and clueless.
Fun was had by all, as usual. Not quite cocktails at Cortez in SF (which is what I had my sights on) but it'll do.
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