Princess Cruise

This past week I had a rather frightening experience. My friends and I had decided to tailgate before the Sounders game at Pier 60. This is the pier located just north of the aquarium, the totally empty pier where occasional concerts are had. So four of us show up before hand, each enjoying the nectar of rather larger Rainers. The day is warm and beautiful, the beer cold, and all in the company of good friends. It seems like this will be a wonderful evening. Then some young stunt bike wannabes come up. They relocate quite a distance from us. Now I would have pegged them for the crystal meth type, but no they were just good NW toking punks. Our conversations continue the salt air now mixing with BC bud. All is good in the world; until we hear the commotion on the Sound behind us. The noise is coming from one of those private party cruises. But this private party was terrifying. At first I thought that perhaps I had consumed some bad Yakima hops. This was to no avail. There was indeed a Furry cruise going by. Now if you don't know what a furry is please do not google it. Just follow this link and read. You will thank me. Never in all my life have I seen something so bizarre. I felt sorry for the captain. Needless to say we downed our last beers and rode to the match; which the Sounders won.