Once they woke up from their coma we drove to Kirkland with their passive aggressive GPS. Turn right. No my right. Ugh. Recalculating because you're an idiot. I've never been to see stand up comedy so we went to the Laugh Spot and saw three people perform. First guy=I don't care if you were on Last Comic Standing. You weren't good. The second guy was better. He was only mildly awkward and had a few one-liners. But when the headliner came out it was awesome. Completely worth the price of admission. He tore into every one and thing. I might need to stalk him online and make him my new obsession. He was HILARIOUS.
Nursing our buzz from the delicious Root Beer and Vanilla Vodka drinks (i know, right?) we decided to head back to the Seattle Center, ditch the car, and hit another bar. Remember when I said that my godparents ruled? Yeah, I meant it. We went to Chopsticks, the Dueling Piano Bar. Upon hearing the name of the bar, my ever so Indiana-native uncle said, "Chopsticks? That sounds Chinese." Hilarious. We requested songs by Meat Loaf and Bob Seger and watched a graphic PG 13 rated sign language version of Joy to the World. It was amazing. These two people are cracking me up and I can't wait to see what we do next. They are just so willing to do whatever comes our way. Must be the Andrews genes. Whenever someone from my mom's side of the family visits, I'm guaranteed a good time.
My uncle also wanted to know: why Seattle is so liberal and why the pedestrians think that they can just walk into the street whenever they want. Touche.
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