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	So, we leave Barca and we're stumbling around Capitol Hill. I see a party and it looks very 'artsy' and I say, "Hey, let's go to that party." and Jeff and Mindy grudgingly agree. There's trouble at the door though because the door guy is charging people a $5 cover and Jeff, Mindy, and I had already decided we didn't want to go somewhere we had to pay a cover. I told the bouncer as much. He said, "OK, you go write me a haiku - if it is any good I'll let you all in for free." so I said, "I'm drunk enough to be up to that challenge. Give me a theme." and he said, "Fish." Here's the haiku that I wrote on a scrap of paper from my bag. The haiku that made a large hairy man laugh and allow us entry into one of the Seattle art scene's hottest parties (blah, it sucked, full of art losers, people that don't actually create shit, just wander around stroking their chins, spouting bullshit and making me angry...): stinky, swimmy friend will be my dinner tonight am very sorry