Every three months or so my friend Eli and her hot friend from San Diego Andrea come to Seattle for their company meeting. It's become a tradition that Corey and I join them for drinks after their dinner with fellow colleagues. It always ends up being an enjoyable evening filled with spirits and treks to various places around the city.Last time the girls were in town we decided to hit someplace new. Andrea came up with a place to consume more alcohol, but Eli was feeling the wrath of her new shoes and didn't want to make the trip on foot. None of us knew where it was, probably cause we were already a little tipsy, but had a rough idea. It was decided that we should get a cab.
We all pile into the taxi and tell the driver where it is we want to go. He responds saying he has a general idea of where it is. We travel down 1st avenue till one of us yells out 'there it is'.
We journeyed an entire block. The driver pulls over while letting out a sigh. I think the trip costs us something like three dollars. I gave him a good tip for wasting his time. At least Eli got some time off her feet.
"After all, what is your host's purpose in having a party? Surely not for you to enjoy yourself; if that were their sole purpose, they'd have simply sent champagne and women over to your place by taxi." - P. J. O'Rourke
5 comments:
Hmmm...something tells me your leaving out a whole lot of the story. ;)
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I've gotta go drinking in the Pacific Northwest. You make it seem like so much fun.
And by the title, I was expecting you to have gotten into a Cash Cab.
Some of the best times I've had in a cab. I'll leave it at that.
Ha! Poor cabbie!
Good times!
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