A few weeks back, a couple of webmaster groups up here in the Northwest throw a winter bash. GrimShawn of
CowboyBucks flies up from LA just to kick it with us up here. The night before the party we had a little get together with just sponsors. Everyone is getting hammered and having a good time, but then everyone bails early. Shawn and I decide the night?s not over and we go to the next bar down and have one of his famous Jager shots. This will be the first of 5 or 6 that we have that night. Keep in mind that we had just finished drinking for several hours.
After that bar we hit a club in Belltown and get rightly blitzed. Somewhere around 3 o?clock I start to get signs that I?m not gonna make it. Grim?s love of Jager is just too much for my empty stomach and it tells me it?s time to go. I look around, he?s not there. In my drunken stuper, I?ve lost the ?out of town webmaster.? So, I pull a bitch move and bail. No one likes getting sick in a club.
The next morning I realize ?oh no, I left Shawn at Medusa.? I get a hold of the webmaster that he?s staying with here in Seattle, get his cell number and ring him. The guy couldn?t have been more easy-going and polite. ?It?s not a problem man, I stayed and had a blast.? Here I was feeling like a total ass and the guy acts like it?s water off a duck?s back. Only this week did I find out that he actually couldn?t find his way home, drove all around West Seattle in a taxi, and when he actually found the place he was staying he literally had to break into the place to go to bed.
All I have to say is that?s a trooper. GrimShawn is cooler than most of us could ever be.
