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dragonlady7Guh, country song stuck in my head, that I don't know well at all. Why? We were playing with Google Maps. Very cool. Dave was having fun scrolling around San Diego. (Mexico? The coastline's there, in detail, but absolutely no details within. It's blank, like the "thar be sarpents" part of the map or something.) If you scroll up the San Diego Freeway to Los Angeles, there's this region with these nutty twisty streets around Mulholland Dr. and it looks like somebody vomited undigested spaghetti all over the map. Angel hair, no less. It's ridiculous. I could never live in California. (Which is a conclusion both Dave and I reached in a conversation earlier today, coincidentally.)
We went out and had fish fries after I got out of work. It's the first Friday in Lent, man. You gotta have a fish fry. We went to Papa Jake's over on Elmwood and they were all, "we're almost out of fish fries and might run out before you get one." We looked at each other, and I said, "We'll come back later in Lent." I'm sure their scallops and shit were tasty and all, but the point was, a fish fry.
So we were walking back to the car, debating. "Corey says Casey's over on Amherst by Wegman's is good," Dave said.
"Let's try that one," I said.
A pickup truck driving along the street pauses and a man sticks his head out the window. "Hey," he says. "You guys lookin' for a fish fry?"
"Yeah," we say, surprised.
"I tell you where you go, you should go out, take a right on Elmwood, and take a right on Amherst," he said. "Casey's has good fish fries. Tell 'em your friendly neighborhood cop sent you."
"We were just gonna go there," we answered, astonished. He laughed, and rolled up the window, and drove off.
Now that I think about it I think he was sitting in that pickup with the parking lights on, on the other side of the street, because I commented that the truck had its lights on before we went in the bar. So he probably saw us go in and come back out. I've no idea whether he was really a cop, but he kinda looked like one, in that blond crew cut, big shoulders, clean shaven kinda way that cops look nowadays.
The consensus is that Casey's fish fries were really good. (The Buffalo Tap Room, famous for fish fries, sometimes overcooks 'em.) And of course, cheap. I love Black Rock. (The neighborhood. This Casey's is like, right down the street from Spar's European Sausage. Man. Good stuff.)
We went out to celebrate me losing a job, and so we drank a toast to that, and to Andreas getting one, which is good for him.
We may make a habit of going for fish fries. It'd be kinda neat to sort of tour all Buffalo's fish fryeries-- a lot of the little corner restaurants do 'em. Kinda like wings-- it's the little places like that that do 'em best, though they can be inconsistent. For consistent mediocrity and overpriced shit, go to chains. For inconsistent possible brilliance, go to your corner bar and spend way less. You're not likely to be disappointed though it's possible.
I had a good day at work today, though. it was crazy busy in the Club, which is unprecedented, and I made about five times what I usually make in there. In fact, it covered the cost of the fish fries for both of us and I had money left over. The only downside is that I'd worn uncomfortable shoes and brought a lot of writing to do, in the expectation that I'd be sitting down and writing because I wouldn't be busy. So i got nothing done, and my feet hurt. But, I made money, probably more money than I'm going to make tomorrow, so all in all it was nothing to pout over. I really am so much more competent when I'm busy and focused like that-- I cleaned the entire Club when the crowd left because I was on a roll, and I left that place in much better condition than I usually leave it.
Also, just before I left for work, my last pairing finally decided to make a move, so I think I can finish the Valentine's Porn tonight and put it up over the weekend for your delectation. I hope somebody enjoys it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it.
We went out and had fish fries after I got out of work. It's the first Friday in Lent, man. You gotta have a fish fry. We went to Papa Jake's over on Elmwood and they were all, "we're almost out of fish fries and might run out before you get one." We looked at each other, and I said, "We'll come back later in Lent." I'm sure their scallops and shit were tasty and all, but the point was, a fish fry.
So we were walking back to the car, debating. "Corey says Casey's over on Amherst by Wegman's is good," Dave said.
"Let's try that one," I said.
A pickup truck driving along the street pauses and a man sticks his head out the window. "Hey," he says. "You guys lookin' for a fish fry?"
"Yeah," we say, surprised.
"I tell you where you go, you should go out, take a right on Elmwood, and take a right on Amherst," he said. "Casey's has good fish fries. Tell 'em your friendly neighborhood cop sent you."
"We were just gonna go there," we answered, astonished. He laughed, and rolled up the window, and drove off.
Now that I think about it I think he was sitting in that pickup with the parking lights on, on the other side of the street, because I commented that the truck had its lights on before we went in the bar. So he probably saw us go in and come back out. I've no idea whether he was really a cop, but he kinda looked like one, in that blond crew cut, big shoulders, clean shaven kinda way that cops look nowadays.
The consensus is that Casey's fish fries were really good. (The Buffalo Tap Room, famous for fish fries, sometimes overcooks 'em.) And of course, cheap. I love Black Rock. (The neighborhood. This Casey's is like, right down the street from Spar's European Sausage. Man. Good stuff.)
We went out to celebrate me losing a job, and so we drank a toast to that, and to Andreas getting one, which is good for him.
We may make a habit of going for fish fries. It'd be kinda neat to sort of tour all Buffalo's fish fryeries-- a lot of the little corner restaurants do 'em. Kinda like wings-- it's the little places like that that do 'em best, though they can be inconsistent. For consistent mediocrity and overpriced shit, go to chains. For inconsistent possible brilliance, go to your corner bar and spend way less. You're not likely to be disappointed though it's possible.
I had a good day at work today, though. it was crazy busy in the Club, which is unprecedented, and I made about five times what I usually make in there. In fact, it covered the cost of the fish fries for both of us and I had money left over. The only downside is that I'd worn uncomfortable shoes and brought a lot of writing to do, in the expectation that I'd be sitting down and writing because I wouldn't be busy. So i got nothing done, and my feet hurt. But, I made money, probably more money than I'm going to make tomorrow, so all in all it was nothing to pout over. I really am so much more competent when I'm busy and focused like that-- I cleaned the entire Club when the crowd left because I was on a roll, and I left that place in much better condition than I usually leave it.
Also, just before I left for work, my last pairing finally decided to make a move, so I think I can finish the Valentine's Porn tonight and put it up over the weekend for your delectation. I hope somebody enjoys it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Date: 2005-02-12 04:32 am (UTC)The cats think it's really funny too. They love to watch cars with lights on them.
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Date: 2005-02-12 12:12 pm (UTC)Danny
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Date: 2005-02-12 02:30 pm (UTC)We're planning a tour of all the fish fryeries in buffalo, I just have to find another second job first so I can afford fish fries even at buffalo's low low prices.