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we received a traffic ticket upon
exiting Trevor’s parking garage;
which, by the way, he intends to
fight. An interesting start to our
trip, but it wasn’t a prediction of
things to come. After an uneventful
border crossing, the next item on
the list was food. When you go to
the States, where else do you go but
Taco Bell? Their ridiculously cheap
Mexican food is a road trip staple,
and its status as such was cemented
by an eating contest. For a mere $9,
ten tacos were bought. Five minutes
later, ten tacos were eaten and one
man, Kevin Lalonde, emerged as the
victor. Hilarious? Disgusting? Yes
and yes. With bellies full of beans
and beef, we headed into Seattle to
find our hotel.

Speaking of which, if ever you
find yourself in need of a hotel down
in Seattle, check out the Moore on
2nd Avenue. Prime location, cheap
rates, and classically sparse rooms
make this joint your best place to
crash. Anyway, our stuff safely
dumped in the hotel, we made a
quick dash across the street to the
Whiskey Bar and promptly booted
it down to the Showbox. Because
of tricky scheduling, we arrived late
at the “Box, and totally missed The
Fucking Eagles. We did have enough
time to check out the wicked merch
however, and make friends with our
expert bartender Rob, who kept us
joyously liquored for the duration of
our visit to the venue. The Showbox,
by the way, is a sweet venue. A less