Really, there was no rapping in Seattle. Just a lot of press and some beer, and some more press and beer, and then some dinner with some press and some beer. It was pretty fun although the roller coaster under the space needle, after said beer, was not the best decision.
After our appearance on the afternoon show, we did impromptu interviews near the spacey needle, and then went down to the market for some more random interviews. This is where we started at the brewery, really just looking for a drink, which is an amazing instigator to go ask for interviews. This led us to the owner and his wife who gave us a twenty-minute tour. It was sweet and overly scientific, but the guy was on point.
After the beer tour we went upstairs imbued with a fresh sense of double ale confidence; with said confidence, we caught and threw the fish. I am proud to say not one of my fellow passionistas no myself dropped the slimy little beasts. I must say it was alarmingly easy to get behind the counter and start hucking fish. But we done did it, and did it well we did. Post-fish toss, we were watching street musicians and Jay felt as though he would see someone he knows…
In an alley some ten minutes later Jay saw someone he knows. Zach, a buddy from, well, life/home/youth, moved to Seattle from Minnesota, where he has been playing football for the last few years, about four months ago. He is a bartender and we waited until he got off work to hang out.
Whilst waiting the assistant producer of a morning talk show in Seattle took us out for beer and pizza. It was fun. Really nothing all that exciting. I interviewed everybody at the table, as the asst. producer had no idea what to ask us, considering she works for FOX and realized our chances of being conservative enough for the radio probably flew out the window ten minutes after meeting us. Thank god for demographics!
We leave now for Spokane, where I here there is not much. I will let you know if that is true.
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