Monday, August 08, 2005
hash...lovely hash...
Saturday!
My parents are taking a little vacation this week, so my lovely wife and I are going to be house sitting. Saturday morning we got together for breakfast to go over the details, also inviting along my mom's friend Leslie. We met at Hob Nob Hill, buried on 1st ave. in Banker's Hill. This place has been around forever, dark wood everywhere, and naugabooths. As I'm looking through the menu I said out loud, "nobody makes their own hash anymore, it's always that canned dinty moore crap."
Just as I say that, I see on the menu "OUR FAMOUS HOMEADE ROAST BEEF HASH."
So I ordered it.
Now I'm not like a hash connoiseur, I don't even know if I'm spelling it right. I just know the difference between good hash and bad hash. And damned if that wasn't the best FRIGGIN has I've had in my whole life. Go check it out, it makes the old Topsy's hash taste like fried donkey poop.
Another reason for this breakfast meeting was so that we could talk with Leslie, whose fiance owns a 1br condo in Normal Heights. Apparently he's owned it for a while, had the interior completely redone, planned on selling it but it's just been sitting there, vacant.
We went to check it out and it's reeeeallly, really cute. Great kitchen, lots of cabinets, and on a nice street between el cajon and university that doesn't directly connect the two so there's not a ton of cross traffic. We're going to meet with him tomorrow and finalize everything, so by the first of the month we might be moving!
Later that night, we made our way to "Sexual Deviancy, Virgin 2.0 (Return of the Kink)" at a friend of a friend's house. The concept was to dress as a form of a sexual deviant. I could have just gone as myself but that didn't seem appropriate.
I really didn't have anything good to wear, and we're trying to keep expenses down, so we made up a quick outfit. Speedos, a see through negligee, and a boy scout troop leader's shirt. Topped off by a polaroid camera in a subtle reference to Douglas S. Smith Jr..
Damn, that guy's creepy lookin.
Rhiannon dressed up as Margaret Sanger, complete with propaganda and condoms. Surprisingly, a lot of people got it. My personal favorite outfits were the Scottish shepherd and the sheep, the dirty old man, and the village people construction guy. Also the farmer who dug up the dead body was pretty good.
That house was thrashed at the end of the night. Exploded condoms, water everywhere from the guy with the cock squirtgun, all sorts of paraphenalia spread allllll over.
Fun, fun fun. And the only party I've ever been to where I was served Chartreuse.
Next up: Sunday. Courtney's Hole, Bea Arthur's Dick and The Whore in the Green Dress - The Pamela Anderson Roast.
-z
My parents are taking a little vacation this week, so my lovely wife and I are going to be house sitting. Saturday morning we got together for breakfast to go over the details, also inviting along my mom's friend Leslie. We met at Hob Nob Hill, buried on 1st ave. in Banker's Hill. This place has been around forever, dark wood everywhere, and naugabooths. As I'm looking through the menu I said out loud, "nobody makes their own hash anymore, it's always that canned dinty moore crap."
Just as I say that, I see on the menu "OUR FAMOUS HOMEADE ROAST BEEF HASH."
So I ordered it.
Now I'm not like a hash connoiseur, I don't even know if I'm spelling it right. I just know the difference between good hash and bad hash. And damned if that wasn't the best FRIGGIN has I've had in my whole life. Go check it out, it makes the old Topsy's hash taste like fried donkey poop.
Another reason for this breakfast meeting was so that we could talk with Leslie, whose fiance owns a 1br condo in Normal Heights. Apparently he's owned it for a while, had the interior completely redone, planned on selling it but it's just been sitting there, vacant.
We went to check it out and it's reeeeallly, really cute. Great kitchen, lots of cabinets, and on a nice street between el cajon and university that doesn't directly connect the two so there's not a ton of cross traffic. We're going to meet with him tomorrow and finalize everything, so by the first of the month we might be moving!
Later that night, we made our way to "Sexual Deviancy, Virgin 2.0 (Return of the Kink)" at a friend of a friend's house. The concept was to dress as a form of a sexual deviant. I could have just gone as myself but that didn't seem appropriate.
I really didn't have anything good to wear, and we're trying to keep expenses down, so we made up a quick outfit. Speedos, a see through negligee, and a boy scout troop leader's shirt. Topped off by a polaroid camera in a subtle reference to Douglas S. Smith Jr..
Damn, that guy's creepy lookin.
Rhiannon dressed up as Margaret Sanger, complete with propaganda and condoms. Surprisingly, a lot of people got it. My personal favorite outfits were the Scottish shepherd and the sheep, the dirty old man, and the village people construction guy. Also the farmer who dug up the dead body was pretty good.
That house was thrashed at the end of the night. Exploded condoms, water everywhere from the guy with the cock squirtgun, all sorts of paraphenalia spread allllll over.
Fun, fun fun. And the only party I've ever been to where I was served Chartreuse.
Next up: Sunday. Courtney's Hole, Bea Arthur's Dick and The Whore in the Green Dress - The Pamela Anderson Roast.
-z
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