We let the Bambinos stay up past bedtime so they could spend time with B's mom, who was feeding them pumpkin pie as we left, and headed up to one of B's old watering holes, The Beachcomber.
Side story: apparently it's a Washington State thing to drink Fireball whiskey. As in, I've had two different people that when they went to Vegas and asked for shots of fireball, the bartenders guessed they were from Seattle.
I'd never had it and was kind of proud of myself for falling prey to the hype until I found out that the "applesauce" shot I liked to drink was actually made with fireball and not Goldschlager like I'd been telling everyone. And, apparently everyone calls it something different....
1/3 Apple Schnapps/Apple Pucker
1/3 Pineapple juice
Thanks to Carlos at the Beachcomber for helping me figure out the real way to make it!
|I'm kind of in love with my shirt. I showed Chelsea's to B and a few days later this one was in the mail!|
How happy was I to walk in and see this?!
To make matters better, his girlfriend, Katie, the bar owner was dressed as a very fr-gee-lay lamp