Taco Tuesday

I went out on a date last night with a girl that ended up being exactly like my sister. I texted my sister afterwards telling her I went out on a date with basically her. She asked "in a good or bad way?". How do I respond to that?

It was a Tuesday night so when we got to the bar / restaurant, they told us it was Taco Tuesday. Perfect. Dollar tacos are just what the doctor ordered. "They're about as big as your thumb," the waitress told us. I looked confusingly at her and then looked down at my thumbs. My thumbs aren't very big. Thumbs in general aren't very big. "That's not very big," I responded. "Yeah, but they're only a dollar," she said and walked away.

I knew there was something wrong with that logic, but I didn't realize what it was until a few minutes later. The whole idea of Taco Tuesday is full sized tacos at a low price. You wouldn't go out for dollar beer night if the beers are 1/6 of their usual size, right?

Clearly this place doesn't understand the concept of Taco Tuesdays, but that's what you get when you go out on a date with your sister.

The DMV

So there I am, sitting at the DMV in Hollywood at lunch today. I lost my wallet (money clip) over the weekend and needed a new ID. It was one of those situations where I ordered a pizza from a restaurant down the street, and was so excited that I skipped all the way home with my steaming hot box of pizza, devoured the pizza like a 3rd grader, and then woke up the next morning with my wallet missing. Who knows what I could have done with it. Maybe I threw it on top of a house with all the pizza craziness going on.

So I'm getting a new license at the DMV. It's the one in Hollywood, so I'm the minority. I came prepared with my free copy of Entertainment Weekly (for some reason they just started sending it to me) to keep me busy. So I'm sitting there, just minding my own business, reading about a reunion photo shoot for the movie The Princess Bride (one of my all-time favorites).

And then this voice a couple chairs down starts talking to me. "This place is way less busy than the DMV in Oceanside. You would think Hollywood would be busy, you know?" I look up and there is this gorgeous, dark haired, dark skinned Caribbean girl who doesn't look a day over 21. If it was a TV show, I would have looked behind me in the opposite direction to see if she was talking to someone else.

So I smile, respond, and we're off & running. We're talking about music, Chicago, careers, weekend activities. She's sweet and nice; I'm starting to think I could have fun with this girl. And what a classic place to meet someone - the DMV!

She's Manager of her apartment complex, and I ask where the apartment is, and she makes a sick face and says, "Not in a very good area." I start thinking maybe she isn't the sweet little girl from Oceanside that I'm envisioning. I got the sense she was living in Compton or Watts. Strike one.

Then she gets up to get a piece of paper, and I see it. A huge tattoo that takes up most of her back. Uh oh. Strike 2.

And then the deal breaker. This cute little kid wanders over, probably 2 or 3 years old, with a box full of candy corn, and starts yelling at her, "Mommy, mommy, I want to draw!" Strike 3.

It felt like a TV show due to the sequential order of each discovery. Once I saw the kid, I looked at her, she looked at me, and I kinda did a Larry David end to the conversation: "Well, alright."

The irony is, although I wasn't going to ask for her number, I probably would have given her my card and said something like, "Shoot me a note if you want to grab a drink sometime." But without my money clip, I had no business cards.

So when my number was called, I stood up and said, "Nice chatting with you." She said, "You too" and I got the sense she was disappointed that it was going to be our last interaction. I kinda was too.

Tailcocks

Getting involved. Fingers crossed!