Saturday was a day of firsts for me: my first Solstice Parade in Fremont and the first time I'd been out on HammBone's motor yacht on Lake Union. Along with waking up far too early to watch a soccer match and ending with HammBone nearly jumping out of a moving car, it was another great Saturday night.

My alarm started going off at 8 a.m. and I nearly threw my iPhone across the room. After battling with myself, I decided I could sleep until 9 and rolled back into bed. After waking up at 9, showering and gathering Big Bear, we went to Ballard to meet up with HammBone and Old Ballard Sucked before heading down to the George and Dragon to watch the Russia/Netherlands match with the added bonus of being right on the Solstice Parade route.

I'm from a small town and we have parades there… but for some reason, I don't think this would fly in Wenatchee. I'd heard about and seen pictures of the nude cyclists (something that still just doesn't seem safe and/or smart to me still) but experiencing it first-hand was definitely different.

After the first half of the match we were all feeling the effects of the night before and headed back to the house in Ballard to regroup. It was here that we decided to take out the motor yacht and see what kind of trouble we could get in on the high seas (or Lake Union, choose your own adventure).

Big Bear and I met the motor yacht at the Ivar's Salmon House dock and boarded that lovely vessel, which has been christened "The Relation Ship" and we set a course for Chandler's in SLU.

After a couple rounds of diet sodas for me, an attempt at a Seattle roll (salmon, asparagus, cream cheese) and some down the nose looks from other patrons, we let loose our ties and shoved off for the middle of the lake. From here, we shut her down, cranked up the tunes and just drifted – waving at other boaters, because apparently that's what boaters do. Also, we made it our duty to give each and every float plane a landing or takeoff to remember by yelling, waving, air humping and anything else we could think of as those people put their lives in the hand of a pilot and a PLANE THAT LANDS ON WATER.

That evening we decided to head to Queen Anne to check out what will, in next week's time, be our new stomping grounds as we're in the process of moving right now. Peso's was the first stop and it could very well have needed to be our only stop. The place was in rare form (not crowded) and there was actually a good ratio of male humans to female humans. We ended up running into a group of girls that we met a couple weeks prior at the Ballard Loft and ended up going to Ozzie's per their request. I'm not sure what happened once we got to Ozzie's but we didn't hang out with those girls, instead we posted up at a table that ended up being right next to about a half-dozen of my friends from back home.

Around 1 a.m. we packed it up at Ozzie's just prior to someone singing Journey for about the 43rd time that night and made our way to Greenlake to a house party that an online acquaintance our friend Old Ballard Sucked. Before you go there, it's not like they met on Craigslist or something… no, Cougfan.com – much better. The keg was flowing and I actually got to meet Balla and his brother (only time I'm ever giving Dawgs a shoutout on here). Talk in the group immediately turned incredibly serious when we quotes from Can't Hardly Wait started getting tossed around. Somehow Old Ballard Sucked got way more drunk than the rest of us and started getting ready to poof. At that time Big Bear, HammBone and I were chatting up a girl who was dead set on emphasizing the fact that she had a "cute, blonde roommate who effs guys on the first date." I kept looking for a good way to ask for her roommate's number, but nothing was coming to mind.

Eventually Old Ballard Sucked's drunk got a little too much for even him to handle, so we made the executive decision to leave and head home… or so we thought. About two blocks down the road, HammBone announces "I'm going back. I'm going to hook up with that girl." We slow to a stop and he books out the door…

This morning, as we were sifting through the ashes of what used to be our Saturday night, we come to find that when HammBone got back to the party the girl was nowhere to be found, so he spent the remainder of the night drinking and did a keg stand at 6 a.m. this morning.