"Let's go fuck some bitches"

I am extremely grateful for James Mah and Mario going with me to Santa Cruz so I could visit and remember my mom and grandpa yesterday.

Before I go into the more farciful aspects of our trip, let's rewind back to Thursday:

Steven Valentino had his 21st birthday on Wednesday and of course got seriously shitfaced. He was down at the station on Thursday wearing sunglasses to block the harsh light from aggravating his hangover while he ranted about a guy he mentioned in his Livejournal. He turned to me and said, "You know what I'm talking about, right? You've read my Livejournal. The friends-only post . . ." Well, no, I actually had not, seeing as how Steven had not added me to his Friends list. I added him months ago, but he sure as hell didn't add me. He refused to believe that, recalling that he added me. He went back to his GM computer and minutes later I heard the phrase "Oh hey, you're right!" eminating from the Core Staff room.

So yeah, I then signed into Livejournal and read what he was talking about. I do shit like that -- ask Janie. Then when I was at the computer and talking to Ryan Prendiville, Steven leaned over the backpack rack and murmured randomly "You've read it, right? He's a bitch, right?". Well, yeah, I agree with him, but the whole situation was one of those classic "What the fuck is going on" moments.

Later he ate bad Coho Mexican food while contemplating the "I kinda know you, but not that well" hello-nod. And he demonstrated that nod while he uttered the phrase that now graces this Livejournal post's title.

Consenquently I have come to the realization that I need to hang around a hung-over Steven Valentino more often.

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Ok, Santa Cruz.

I showed Mario and James the exact spot where I was born. Therefore they never again need to no anything further about my live prior to 2003. I bought shorts. And I liked them. I bought that Gothic rock compilation we have in the stacks in KDVS as well as a noise pop comp; both have wonderful packaging.

Seafood is great. I want more. MORE!!!

You know how it was like a hundred degrees in Davis yesterday? In contrast, by 8 PM when we were on the Wharf I could see my own breath.

Yes, we went to Toys 'R Us there. Unlike virtually every other occasion, this had some merit as members of my family have worked there on occasion. We didn't find anything good, by the way.

We learned James Mah has a thing for butch lesbians. None of which he bothered to approach while we were in Santa Cruz.

I didn't approach any girls, either. I was about to randomly invite this cute girl who was sitting on the sidewalk dowtown smoking a cigarette to hang out with us, but then I realized how stupid that was.

Mario had the best chance to engage girls when we went to a Harry Potter midnight release party at barnes & Noble in Tracy. But he fucked that up. Hardcore. He actually refused to chat up with any of the cute nerdy girls dressed in Potterware there and actually got on the queue to buy the fucking book.

I would like to go back to Santa Cruz sometime, but James sure as hell doesn't want to go back. He hates curves. And trees. And traffic. And the concept of Santa Cruz itself.

Which I kinda do as well, but I like the scenery so it evens out.