Fishnets and malice

Is there nothing better than a bed made with freshly cleaned linens? No there is not. I am so excited, I’m going to sleep pantsless. Or as X would say, peeantsless.

P-Ninny was in town this weekend. He’s a Jew and keeps kosher, which makes going out for food all but impossible. That’s why we went out for drinks. There is no fathomable reason as to why there is no kosher establishment in this city. Sunday morning all cotton mouthed and buzzy, the only thing I could offer him was a balance bar. And boy was he excited.

Remember when I got my license renewed and there was a terrible picture/experience involved? I got my new license a while ago but I’ve been using my expired license cuz the picture is way better. Well I’ve gone and lost my new license so now I only have my old expired one. At first, no one noticed. Then a couple weeks ago bouncers started to mention it. They’ve all let me in so far but tonight the bouncer gave me a whole lecture and basically told me I was going to get arrested if I got pulled over. I was like, Hey buddy, no worries ok? My license is current according to the DMV, I just don’t have it. Plus I’ve never been pulled over because I rule at life. So I’m not really worried, but thanks. He let me in because I seem like a nice person. But not before making sure the other bouncer looked at it with a warning not to let me back in. I seriously only had a glass of water in there. Was it worth the hassle? Not really.

Back to Saturday night. TBU and I decided the Blue Lagoon is our bar. They’ve got two dance floors and bartenders. Normally, I don’t like bars because I am short and get trampled. My feet have bled from stilettos. But after 3 years of legal drinking I finally settled on a spot. We high fived our new place. Ten minutes later a brawl broke out next to us on the dance floor and we high fived again.

While we were waiting for P-Ninny to smoke his fag outside the Red Room some dude handed us a joint. It didn’t really make sense but we were ok with that. And there we were, it was like we were at home but we were standing on the street.

Oh yeah! and you know what I re-realized? That Rockers Pizza is a blessing from the late night pizza gods. Oh my crap is that good. The crust is thin but fluffy but crunchy. The cashiers are cool enough to be cool but too cool to care. Plus it’s made for drunk. All you have to do is walk up to a window on the street, exchange money for goods and then you walk to the next bar with your delicious pizza. Santa Cruz has really been missing an excellent pizza place since MCP got run out of town by pizza my heart crap. God that place blows. If you live anywhere near here you’ve seen their shirts, but don’t be fooled. Do yourself a favor and get a better, bigger slice at Rockers Pizza.

These are the notes I wrote for this post immediately after the bars on Saturday night/Sunday morning:

tbu and i decided after 3 years that the blue lagoon. 2 seconds after high fivign to this a fight broke out next to us. it was awesome and disconcerting.

rozkers pizza fucking amazing. next weekend i will have one.

im short, out of peoples eyes ight. given a jizzle by someone outside of the red room. you guys can have that. uher ok.

The Millionizer stays classy