Mak

~ Hung out with Makito tonight. We drank a picher at the Foundry. I though we’d teleported to Missouri. I haven’t seen such a congregation of goatees, baseball caps and halter-tops since… the last time I was in a night of the living rednecks bar. They kept closing in on us with their tables too. I was sure all our design talk was going to get us beat up. Oh, it was also karaoke night and they all sang country. Except for the guy who rocked on through Electric Avenue.

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14 Responses to Mak

  1. atrophe says:

    I’m less comfortable at the Foundry than the Cambie. There’s something stuffy and wrong about it.

  2. atrophe says:

    I’m less comfortable at the Foundry than the Cambie. There’s something stuffy and wrong about it.

  3. dorothypoo says:

    totally
    i hate the foundry

    oh wait
    is that the place we went to in the north end?

  4. mrdapper says:

    It was quite disturbing.

  5. mrdapper says:

    no, that place by the ice rink

  6. mrdapper says:

    earlier i read that as “scruffy” which made sense as there were 101 sketchy mike linden clones there.

  7. atrophe says:

    One time I was eating at the foundry with a ditzy art friend and they were having some guy ‘body painting’ that evening. My friend was intrigued at the artistic possibilities of the female form as canvas, but then I looked at the clientele and knew that they were just there to see boobies.

  8. atrophe says:

    ‘scuzzy’ is a better word in that instance

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