last night i went to this place called "dos gringos trailer park". 50 cent coronas after 9 pm, guys! literally, i go up to the counter and the guy plunks down 2 coronas in front of me and goes, $1 please. I'm like whattt??? $1 cover, $1 service fee, which the fuck is it!? no, for my ENTIRE order, biatches. yeah, it's ridic. the spot is super campy and a bit kitsch but it makes fun of the whole trailer park theme. open roof (all u see is the arizonian sky), tons of dance floor, a great circular bar serving up heaps of good mexican thoroughfare and an awesome live band. i went with a few friends and we got our dance and our drink on. it was pretty fun. came back and had heaps of rich, nefariously decadent lemon-chocolate cake (oh go ahead, ladies, drool) to celebrate our friend Em's birthday...and then i got into this amazingly intense 2 hour conversation with Em's 27 year old roommate, aaliyah, who happens to be like one of the coolest people i've ever met. (God just has a way of dropping these love bombs on me when i need it most) She's this rad, brilliant, fast-talking chick who abandoned her dreams of becoming a lawyer in favor of teacherdom. she's done it all, worked at the dept. of justice, done non-profit consulting, played the yuppie bit in D.C.... alla that good stuff. but yeah, she's here, and we just VIBE (radio dial tuned into each others stations)... going through our common battles, questioning of self, etc. etc. In a time when I needed real spit, I got it...
j9
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