Interesting little saturday night...

It was Saturday around 9er. No real plan brewing and I was thinking about staying in and handling some biz. Well Z had other plans and those plans were bids. Yep. I agree bids it is. El Cid was the destination. We hopped in a taxi and got a brief history lesson from a self proclaimed draft dodger but he wasn't really he was just saying he would have liked to. He was probably the 2nd most entertaining cabby since being here. We get to El Cid and scope the scene from the perch. Looking down we decided to make it a go. We were greeted by a black gentleman with a booming voice. "I.D.'s fellas"! I responded with "Oh shit you scared me. I thought you were the po-lice"! Apparently according to him he was an off duty cop. So we proceeded inside to grab a drink and I'm pretty sure I saw my future wife but not. She had black hair that spiraled down her shoulders, a beautiful face adorned with bright red lip stick which I’m not really a sucker for but she was working it. She also had a really cool tattoo on her arm. It was a caricature of herself as a mermaid holding her dog who was also fashioned into a mermaid. Wow! If you know me you know I like a chic with a sense of humor and if you’re going to get a tattoo don't pussyfoot around about it and just get a small piece of shit in the middle of nowhere that's just classless. Do it right and get a mermaid tat of you and your dog. So we left the bar and went outside for some fresh air and nicotine. Stood around, looked around and then talked some shop for a bit about a few topics that I can't really remember. Later that night guess who strolls up with her friends asking for a light. Ol sexy tattoo arm and her 2 hot friends. We got to talking a bit. She was a hair stylist that loved her dog and had a very genuine look about her. I might go as far as saying we locked eyes once or twice. I told her friend next to her when she was looking away that I may or may not have a crush on her friend but I think I take to many showers for her. Her friend agreed as she looked like a girl that dated dirty musicians but in a good way. To me at least but to each his own. Like 10 seconds later she whipped around as if she may have heard what I said and was like "huh"? I said "huh"? She just looked at me and smiled. We got to talking some more then I got nailed with a fastball in the face. She was from Colorado and was visiting for the weekend. Doh! That was it. My heart sank and I knew our eye lock was only temporary. So we hit a stalemate and it just felt weird and they retired inside. We chilled for a bit longer observed the scene and noticed a plethora of Tom Petty look alike creeps. We saw at least 4-5 guys sporting the same look! Wtf? A cowboy style top hat deal with a furry trench coat, skinny jeans, some form of black work boots and a t shirt they looked like it was just pissed on. Oh and for sure hadn't shaved in weeks. Like I get we are in L.A. and your trying to separate yourself from the crowd or maybe your father never told you he loved you but c'mon bro! Clean it up. Act like you've been somewhere one time please.

So we cut turf from El Cid and stopped in at Luck bar. Weak. Our neighborhood is weak in general for nightlife. Then we shot over to some hole in the wall I never heard of and don't know the name of. Got another major crush on the bartender there. She was a true sweetheart. Like just overly nice and grazed my hand as she took my order. , helped me figure out the cash machine, just a hand on my back. I was a fan. Obviously she works for tips but whatever I felt special for a second. Then she screamed in my face LAST CALL! I figured at that point it wasn’t meant to be and moved on. So we stumbled down Sunset to Vermont and proceeded to Vermont in search of sustenance. On our way Zac's antenna ears perked up as he heard some music. Hmmmm. I hear it too. So we decided to follow the tunes like the pied piper and we were his faithful flute abiding rats. We discovered a house party and decided to go in and scope the scene. Immediately we were greeted by a chic dressed in lieder hosen and had braided pig tails. She had a huge smile and was like " Hi! Who are you guys here for"? My obvious response was "ummm Schmitty Capri". She was like “Hey John come over here. Do you know Schmitty Capri"? John was obviously her other roommate who was draped in a poncho and for sure got the memo about shaving being played out. "Schmitty Capri? I can't say I know him". I was like " C'mon you know ol Schmitty". SO Z saw me struggling and stepped in and was like "hey we are neighbors we just moved down the street and thought we would stop by". Ol scraggly face wasn't having it. Obviously it was some sort of costume party and unless the theme was D.J. and Zac we were not invited. So we exited with a "welp...nothing embarrassing about that". Off we go.

We stopped in at House of pies since Fred 62 was packed and I wasn't trying to wait for a dbl cheese burger at this hour. Never mind the B rating on the window its 2:30 and I need some grease in my life. We sat next to a table of about 15 people celebrating a birthday party. Dudes were wearing neon glow headbands so they obviously knew how to party and by no means did this make up for their lack of personality. Z got the Huevos Rancheros with salsa Verde and I got my bacon burger. Boom! Money. Neither of us can remember what but we were getting really weak at but it was something. Some joke got lost in the joke vortex never to be heard again and it was money to so that sucks. We paid our tender and proceeded to find a cab. Found one parked in the 7/11 (slev) parking lot. There was a passenger in the front seat so I asked her if we could hop in her cab. She was like the cabby is in the store. On cue most likely due to his cab driver pals standing in the window this dude comes raging out of slev. "Hey! What do you want my friend"! D.J. "Just looking for a cab". Cabby "No! I'm of duty (loud angry words)" then walks back in slev. Whatever man we'll find another cab. Stood on the corner for about one minute until we found a gamer. Hopped in and turned the corner and I gave the jerk cabby the bird. I see this a hole tear out of the parking lot and comes flying up behind us. He starts honking like his car was on fire and his steering wheel was the hose. So our cabby slows down not knowing what's going on. The dude pulls up beside us and starts screaming his face off. "F%$k You Mother f$#ker. Fu%$ing puto"! D.J. hahahahahahaha (to the girl in the passenger seat) "Good luck with that sweet heart". Here is another bird for the road for ya. Hahaha he called me a puto and he was middle eastern. That's when you know you’re about to have an aneurism. So that was it went home and foxed like a champ. Awwwwww good times.

If your not tight...Just hang loose...Pipes