November 14, 2005

  • road trip


    road tripped it to northern cali - union city, san jose, san francisco.
    so my pal frank says to me, he says (and i'm paraphrasing here),
    frank: we're going to a club on saturday night.
    me: what's the dress?
    frank: upscale.  think miami.

    so i'm thinking, ok.  we're not talking the black pants clubbing uniform.  so i take my standard-issue hoochie fairy dress and one of the tallest heels i have.  so saturday night arrives and frank, "the boys" from "the house," and the kim-jen team get to studio 8. girls are wearing the standard black-pants-some-top club uniform.  i stick out uniformally (which doesn't bother me much) and vertically (this bothers me more) and am feeling awkward.  the only remedy i can conjure is some hen-rock.  it was nice to have "the boys" from "the house" pay for my drinks.  i'm very thankful.  frank, if you're reading this, remind me to send you and angel something....perhaps some more puppies tattoos.  i went up for a round of hen-rock myself to the bartender and as i placed my credit card down to pay for the thing, the bartender waved me off.  free drink (score!).  i would have left a fatticus tip but i didn't have any cash, which is why i was attempting to pay by card in the first place.  so...to the bartender, thanks...and i'm sorry i couldn't leave a tip.  someone tell me what you're supposed to do in that situation?

    i ended up taking about 2 photos of the entire trip, though many situations warranted the ol di-ka. 




    thank you to kim for playing mad libs with me for the 7 hour ride to and back. 
    thank you to frank for lettins us crash and being out point-man for transportation.
    thank you to angel for putting up with my frito-lay hijinks. 
    thank you to mr. and mrs. mak for putting up with our taking-up-spaceness and for the fodder.
    thank you to the bartender for hooking a girl up with free hen-rock.
    thank you to hen-rock, my good and trusty companion.
    thank you to dandiggity for attempting to reconnect.  you smell like peanuts.
    thank you to sj for the same.
    thank you to bart.  i love you.  thanks for not mentioning the line of drool that hung from my mouth as i fell asleep on the way to san fran.


     

Comments (5)

  • Were you up there for the Weekender? Or was that just a happy coincidence?

  • Yeah I've actually never been to a USC football game. But I sometimes tune in to watch them on TV. Definitely going to find a sports bar in NYC for the UCLA game...

    Oh and I had the same irritating situation as well this weekend. I never carry cash, and I realized all I had to tip the maid in my hotel room was $1. I wondered if that would be an insult to her or not. I left the dollar anyway, but chances are she cursed me anyway...

  • Hey... what happened to the East Coast?  I had the extra place settings and was waitin'...

  • Well... I started with a sushi/sashimi app and then moved onto lobster and NY strip (kinda like a surfand turf) with veggies.  Too much food and way too much for just one.  I waited for as long as I could...

  • don't cry for me, jennifer-tina (this would be way funnier if your middle name or something were tina), the truth is, i never wanted to kill anything that big, just wanted to look like i did [barbazon!].

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