Fall City...

Last night I went to Fall City (east of Seattle and slightly north) to hear a rollergirl friend of mine sing in an "idol-esk" competition at the Raging River Saloon. She has been invited to compete with a bunch of other contestants who had also been invited. There was a cash prize but she need a group of friends to cheer for her - like in American Idol. So about 5 of us rolled up to Fall City. It's was rural Washington - kind of like rural Ohio - I knew small town bars.

Well you would have thought we were 5 aliens coming to visit our 6th - instead of 5 cute and fun roller girls coming out to support their pal. A table of women stared at us from the corner. A crazy drunk wouldn't leave us alone, didn't understandwhy we wouldn't get him buy us drinks, or why him standing in front of us while we were playing pool was a problem. I became the "asshole", my other friend the "anti social cunt bag" and the other two, besides being "twins", and straight as the day is long, were "men hating dykes". We tried to defuse the situation but eventually ended up laughing at it (though the "anti-social cunt-bag" was afraid a gun would be pulled.) A waitress tried to make us feel at home adn another one of the contestents invited us to different party. We cheered on our alien and she ended up winning the Idol-esk event including the cash prize! (She had the best stage presence - never mind her fantastic voice!)

We stayed for a follow-up performance, walked each other out to the car and took an "over the river and thru the woods" drive back to I-90 to Seattle (the other way goest thru Cleveland to Boston). It was a super fun road trip and it's been a long time since I've been called anything close to "asshole, or anti socia...." Gosh, anyone who knows me knows I'm a completely social cunt bag.