Folsom

I drove up to Mike's place in Folsom after work. Traffic was a bitch, but Mike had some ice cold brews waiting for me when I got there. While enjoying my frosty beverage, I fired up my computer to make a last effort to check my email. Wouldn't you know it, I had a message from the CAKE newsletter telling me that CAKE was playing a last minute gig at The Blue Lamp in Sacramento. Admission was only $10. The show started at 9:00.

Mike and I did some serious consideration, but since it was already 9:00 when I got the message, the club was small and sure to sell out, and Sacramento is a good 30 miles from Folsom, we opted to take a pass. Instead we headed down to historic downtown Folsom for some nightlife.

Our first stop was Scarlets which is cojoined with The PowerHouse Pub. I wasn't expecting much, but the talent was unbelieveable. These cow town girls got it going on. Even the chick in the wheelchair was hot. We drank and gawked for an hour or so and then headed over to The Sutter Club. Talent followed. What can I say, I like Folsom already and I will be back.

Twice the legal limit

I was talking to a 21-year old Chico State student after the Giants game at O'Neill's Irish Pub when it dawned on me -- I've now lived the majority of my life as a legal aged drinker.

It just doesn't seem like the days of using a fake ID were that long ago.

All Along The Watchtower

I was cleaning house with the stereo cranked up pretty loud when I heard a knock at my front door. When I opened the door I saw an older woman and a young girl standing on the porch. The woman was holding a copy of The Watchtower in her hands, and she appeared to notice the "Fuck Off -- I'm reading The Onion" coffee mug in my hand. It didn't seem to phase her though, as she continued to speak to me over the loud music. She wanted to talk about the tone of today's news media, but I politely excused myself and got on with my chores.

Low hanging fruit

Leroy: "I could use a drink."

Colin: "Bad day?"

Leroy: "Seems like it should be Friday already."

Colin: "You going out Friday night?"

Leroy: "I dunno. You?"

Colin: "Not sure."

Leroy: "I was thinking I might want to save my enery for the Mountain View Street Fair on Saturday. By the time the sun goes down there should be a lot of low hanging fruit."

Colin: "I ain't interested in no low hanging fruits. I'll be looking for the drunk chicks."