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Red Door to close its door
YellowSnow
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I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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You were a long way from the logging camp.dflea said:I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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Was just talking about this place with a friend who was asking if anyone goes there anymore. Guess we have our answer.
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This is where Pup two stepped while we were watching Friends?
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I haven't been there since 1995
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No. Little Red Hen.RoadDawg55 said:This is where Pup two stepped while we were watching Friends?
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TRDDWYADerekJohnson said:I haven't been there since 1995
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Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.minion_doog said:Rip
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Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.YellowSnow said:
You were a long way from the logging camp.dflea said:I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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.
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A fren lived 3 blocks up from the strip, had a hot tub. We didn't get numbers, just took em there.YellowSnow said:
Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.minion_doog said:Rip
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.dflea said:
Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.YellowSnow said:
You were a long way from the logging camp.dflea said:I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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.
Nickerson Street Saloon is going to shut down too.
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That’s not fair. Shooting ducks in barrel with hot tub chinvites.minion_doog said:
A fren lived 3 blocks up from the strip, had a hot tub. We didn't get numbers, just took em there.YellowSnow said:
Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.minion_doog said:Rip
I've still never eaten a sammich from Paseo -
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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.dflea said:
Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.YellowSnow said:
You were a long way from the logging camp.dflea said:I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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.
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. -
You should publish the collected short stories of Creepy CUOG.creepycoug said:
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.dflea said:
Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.YellowSnow said:
You were a long way from the logging camp.dflea said:I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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.
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. -
You have not lived until you’ve gone into a logger bar wearing topsiders and a flipped up collar pink Izod.creepycoug said:
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.dflea said:
Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.YellowSnow said:
You were a long way from the logging camp.dflea said:I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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.
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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Fletch meets Wallace, ID?PurpleThrobber said:
You have not lived until you’ve gone into a logger bar wearing topsiders and a flipped up collar pink Izod.creepycoug said:
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.dflea said:
Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.YellowSnow said:
You were a long way from the logging camp.dflea said:I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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.
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. -
What was his name?YellowSnow said:
Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.minion_doog said:Rip
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Neuheisel used to have his coach's radio show thereYellowSnow said:
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.dflea said:
Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.YellowSnow said:
You were a long way from the logging camp.dflea said:I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.
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.
Nickerson Street Saloon is going to shut down too.
Progress sucks. -
FrancisDerekJohnson said:
What was his name?YellowSnow said:
Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.minion_doog said:Rip
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This whole thread makes me nostalgic for the Seattle that existed until about 2010. Fremont and Ballard were a lot of fun.
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I may be being generous there.Doog_de_Jour said:This whole thread makes me nostalgic for the Seattle that existed until about
20101995. Fremont and Ballard were a lot of fun.
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Refuse to Lose!PurpleThrobber said:
I may be being generous there.Doog_de_Jour said:This whole thread makes me nostalgic for the Seattle that existed until about
20101995. Fremont and Ballard were a lot of fun.
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Why would you take pasty fat chicks to a hot tub?
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You've never been to Seattle, have you?Pitchfork51 said:Why would you take pasty fat chicks to a hot tub?
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They're not all gonna be tan, resting heart rate of 55, and ready. One was forever referred to as the sea donkey. Another shittacked the bathroom and left wrapped in a shower curtainPitchfork51 said:Why would you take pasty fat chicks to a hot tub?
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WOOFminion_doog said:
They're not all gonna be tan, resting heart rate of 55, and ready. One was forever referred to as the sea donkey. Another shittacked the bathroom and left wrapped in a shower curtainPitchfork51 said:Why would you take pasty fat chicks to a hot tub?
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Once you go sea donkey, you never go back.minion_doog said:
They're not all gonna be tan, resting heart rate of 55, and ready. One was forever referred to as the sea donkey. Another shittacked the bathroom and left wrapped in a shower curtainPitchfork51 said:Why would you take pasty fat chicks to a hot tub?
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I remember my red door phase.
