After last night’s fun, I went to bed at 6 am and slept until 2. The rest of the day was… slow. Fortunately nothing else broke at work. I was bummed at missing Nicole’s wedding, but there was no way that mission could have been accomplished without loss of life.
I finally dragged myself out of the house after dark and bought food, etc. I ended up at Ruba, which was full of weird ghosts of ten years ago. I don’t think I’d seen Sabrina since Indian Burial Ground Night at Totally Coffee. She didn’t acknowledge my existence, for which I am grateful.
Choice “Overheard at Ruba™” quotes:
“I live the same place she does. She has a nice rack. It’s been okay.”
“Oh, that Dennys. One of my best friends got busted for selling drugs to a minor there! It was awesome.”
“You and I have a lot the same background, but you’re good-looking.”
“You know her. She’s the racist secretary.”
“I know it was illegal before, I asked you how old is she NOW?”
“No, man, I can’t afford any tools. I just do shit to shit, you know?”
Ahh, Ruba.
It was 80 degrees F here at midnight with humidity around 50%. In coastal Orange County. I do not understand.
Be My Blog 
I just do shit to shit…
Great shit, dude. lol
~M~
..and it was 112 in Brea..where I spent my day..*thud*
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Re: I just do shit to shit…
For once a town with a spanish name lives up to it, eh?
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I haven’t seen Sabrina since her whole family hit on Ben and I ate Tony’s Place, it was really um, memorable.
also, Indian Burial Ground Night *shudder*
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If you have time, we should go to Ruba one night while I’m in SoCal. We can take notes 🙂 It sounds like it would be a hoot.
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It’ll be almost as fun as the gun show. Count on it. Do you know when you might be down here?
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Went to Dietrich’s in San Juan Capistrano and thought of you the whole time!
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who said it could be 100° at 8 p.m. in my living room? the weather gods are heretofore fired.
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