Red Door to close its door
- Thread starter YellowSnow
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You were a long way from the logging camp.
Was just talking about this place with a friend who was asking if anyone goes there anymore. Guess we have our answer.
This is where Pup two stepped while we were watching Friends?
I haven't been there since 1995
No. Little Red Hen.
GrundleStiltzkin
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TRDDWYA
minion_doog
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Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.
Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.
There was a biker bar on Fremont just up the hill from the Red Door. The Buckaroo. You'd see the coolest bikes out in front - old Triumphs and Indians - but I never went in because smoking weed and talking shit in a biker bar can get your ass beat.
I've been away from Seattle for a long time. I think sometimes I miss it - but I'm pretty sure if I went back, all the shit I remembered wouldn't be the same anyway. Just like Grisdale and Govey.
minion_doog
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Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.
A fren lived 3 blocks up from the strip, had a hot tub. We didn't get numbers, just took em there.
I've still never eaten a sammich from Paseo
The Buckaroo closed in 2010. I went there a few times back in the early 2000s in my still trying to pretend like I'm in college phase.
Nickerson Street Saloon is going to shut down too.
Progress sucks.
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Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.
A fren lived 3 blocks up from the strip, had a hot tub. We didn't get numbers, just took em there.
I've still never eaten a sammich from Paseo
That’s not fair. Shooting ducks in barrel with hot tub chinvites.
creepycoug
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Been on my face many a' time at that place.
Sad. Sad, really.
But, helps Trump IMO.
creepycoug
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Short story tim - back in the day, when Creepycoug was just an idea and a dream that had yet come to fruition, I was a summer associate at a downtown Seattle law firm. Back in those days, they would wine and dine the living shit out of you and the whole summer was one big boon doggle (sp?) after another. Anyway, one of the firm's traditions was the 'dive bar tour', and we would go from shit-hole bar to shit-hole bar and drink and move on. Needless to say, the future Mrs. Creep was holding my hair (sure.gif) as spent the early morning with my head where my ass usually goes.
Anywho, the Buckaroo was where the tour began. I remember it well. A bunch of yuppy wannabe pretend lawyer shit pants mixing it up with the 'other' folks. Fun tims. It actually was. Everybody was cool. There was some decent ass with us, which always helps.
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You should publish the collected short stories of Creepy CUOG.
You have not lived until you’ve gone into a logger bar wearing topsiders and a flipped up collar pink Izod.
Fletch meets Wallace, ID?
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Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.
What was his name?