So, ok, let’s just start the week off with a recap of some things I did last week. I’m all about “trying new things” now that I’m not being crushed by deadlines anymore, so I actually took a Pilates class (interesting….not my favorite, but at least now I know what they do with those big machines), crossed the east/ west Los Angeles divide to have lunch with a friend I haven’t seen in a long time (totally worth it!), had a reading of the screenplay of my novel (go Stephan and Mike– much more about that at a later date), watched some season premeires, and (wait for it), had dinner at a place I once furiously mocked.
That’s right. On Wednesday night we went to a birthday party at….Pink Taco.
Pink Taco. Oh, you haven’t heard of it? Well, I myself thought it was a joke name for a restaurant when I first saw it, and it turns out that not only is it a real place (as well as a euphemism), but….I am sorry to say that they actually have pretty good food, despite their screaming lack of irony during naming. Of course, the whole place is like the Mexican food version of Hooters, and they totally meant it with the double-entendre name (their slogan is something like “Your favorite place to eat out”), and the required outfit for the waitresses is a hot pink tank top that emphasizes how totally smart they are, if you know what I mean.
Anyhow, when we were there, perhaps because the universe knows I write this blog, guess which football teams were playing?
Oh yeah—it was The Beavers vs. The Trojans at old Pink Taco the other night. I’m going to just let the jokes write themselves, because they do. I thought I might burst into flames at one point when a guy started hitting me by telling me that his necklace was "the symbol from the NeverEnding Story," and I was in Pink Taco watching the Beavers vs. The Trojans, and like, no one but Stephan and I were really getting how funny this all was, because people in L.A. are serious about their happy hour pick-up joints, ok? Who was I to judge? And now I’m sure you can see why I’ve never been to Cabo Cantina. There was also a drive by hitting on/ groping that happened on the way out, where a swarthy guy "bumped into me," then kind of checked in to see if, like, I was maybe ok with more of the same and was disappointed to find out that a) I’m not available b) I was leaving, and c) I had irony, and was therefore a stranger in a strange Pink Taco land.
By the way, I’m not going to recommend that you go and check out the website for Pink Taco, because even though they have enough money to have a bunch of restaurants, all they could shell out for in the website department was a funky, all in one frame, nothing on the homepage-having, mostly Flash monstrosity that’s not doing them any favors. I know, I’m totally bagging on people’s websites lately, but what the heck, Pink Taco? Why you gotta have a website that pushes a pdf of your menu right from the homepage? That is not even right, and I want you to know it. Add these guys to the list of people who should have let me do their website, because I would have done it better. Like, no “Pink Taco in the News” section? No “Legend of Pink Taco?” No pictures of the pink taco girls? Give me a break. Oh, ok—you can go over there and take a look, and then maybe email them and tell them they need to redesign.
So, how was your weekend? This week I am possibly finishing a renegade freelance project, am starting a graphic design class, and am finally getting a new drain pan for “Operation Air Conditioning.” Also, I think you will agree, I really am doing a good job keeping up with this blog. Maybe if you would leave me a comment every once in awhile, I would be encouraged, eh?