If there is one combination that I love, it is hippies and pizza. Throw in a little high gravity beer that they serve there and I'm a happy man. Kristen is not happy about the beer part though. I'd never had high gravity beer before and didn't know what that meant. Now I do and so does Kristen and I'm not suppose to talk about it. Let's just say that it's no fun being the lone sober person around the drunk guys but I thought I was rather charming. I bring Mellow Mushroom up because we went there after looking at a couple of houses in Mt. P tonight. You know what else rocks? It was trivia night. I don't care that the hostess put us in the section that was farthest away and apparently closed so that I witnessed three separate servers arguing over who would take care of us. Kristen was both annoyed and embarrassed when I'd yell out the answers even though we didn't have our electronic trivia pad. I sounded like Timmy from South Park. The hippies didn't mind though because they're far out and cool. That's how you have to be to work at Mellow Mushroom. They LOVE me.
Since we both came from work, we'd taken separate cars. Kristen left and I decided to be chivalrous and stop at the cupcake store and get her something for dessert when she got home (shut up and don't be dirty). However it was closed so that had to wait. I did however stop and get gas. While I was pumping (shut up) I saw a man with the top of his head completely bald but the rest of his head was a beautiful flowing mullet. Top that off with the fact that he was walking directly towards a sweetass, old school Camaro. I thought HELL YES, if you only had a jean jacket and an REO Speedwagon shirt on I'd walk up and shake your hand. Then he walked directly pass the Camaro and got into a full on 1970's porno van. I immediately thought Fuck That, he's a pederass. Freaked me out and made me want out of the Creek even more.
Going to see Aziz Ansari on Thursday night. Should be awesome because I love Indians.
