2002-12-29 10:26 a.m.
CRESCENT CITY DAY 2
Our second day in Crescent City was plentiful, like a cornucopia of fun.
We slept in fairly late—until 10:00 AM. We got ready as quickly as we could, and headed off to the rich heart of America: the local Wal*Mart! Shopping list: an inexpensive portable CD player for Andie's folks, a copy of Pee Wee's Big Adventure on DVD (on sale for $5), and some blank CD-Rs. I needed CD-Rs so I could burn Andie's folks some rough mixes of my recent recordings. I also thought it would be cool to make them some mix CDs.
After Wal*Mart, our day rapidly approached its crescendo: We went to Taco Man! Andie and I ate there twice during our last visit to Crescent City and I have been having lusty dreams about Taco Man's abundant, meaty, taco love ever since.
Even though it seems perfect, there are actually two problems with Taco Man. The main problem is that there is only ONE location, and that is in Crescent City. Crescent City is not exactly "conveniently located". It is an ass–raping 8-10 hours away from where I live. The other major problem with Taco Man is that it is physically impossible to decide what to order there. It's all so good that I just want to get one of everything.
Andie and I didn't have a solution for the first problem. Since we were in Crescent City, it didn't seem to be much of a problem at all at that moment. But, we found a perfect solution to the second problem: we ordered one of everything. OK, not really one of everything, but pretty close.
The problem with ordering one of everything is that we ended up feeling so incredibly full and bloated and retarded afterwards. We tried our hardest to eat every last bite, and we came very close.
I told Andie that I think we should arrange a trip to Crescent City with our friends, that way they could also experience the life–changing ecstasy that is Taco Man.
After our hurpfest, we went to this ass–kicking thrifty/antique store. While Andie looked at dresses and shoes, I eyed the shiny things in their glass cases. Like a raccoon, I am attracted to glistening, metal objects. In addition the usual thrift and antique store fare, they had piercing jewelry for sale! I couldn't resist buying a piece of navel jewelry that bore the one word that best epitomizes my sexual history.
After that we went to Safeway. Andie needed to get a few things for the Christmas party that her mom and step–dad were hosting at their house that evening.
While she shopped, I stood with my hands in my pockets and looked at the covers of magazines. The girl on the front of Low Riding Trucks magazine had huge breasts, but her face wasn't very appealing. She had long hair and very tan skin, neither of which are really my thing. The photo on International Skateboarder Magazine kept my attention for a long time. It took what seemed like a very long time—although it was actually no more than 20 seconds—for my brain to decipher a photo of a skateboarder in mid–air. It was one of those photos that didn't make sense until observed for some time.
We spent the rest of the day preparing for the party. Andie cooked and cleaned in the kitchen while I talked with her family and did my best to avoid handling any food or dirty dishes of any sort.
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