So last night was interesting to say the least. Had my first Pho experience (pronounced fa because the Vietnamese don’t believe in phonetic spelling) for dinner which was good. Then we had the pleasure of venturing into downtown Sacramento. The entire night was almost like an odd dream. First of all, every single one of Adam’s friends that was there reminded me of somebody, whether I could pick out who it was or not. Then there was “Old Town” Sacramento itself, which was also strange. It’s in the middle of a city that isn’t so nice, and the people hanging around for the most part weren’t so nice looking, and yet the whole area is done up like the city is still in the midst of Sacramento’s gold rush golden age. It was absolutely ridiculous.
So we went to a bar (which neither Adam or I chose) called “The Back Door”, which actually advertised the fact that it was NOT a gay bar, which made me wonder why they’d go to the trouble of letting people know this rather than just change the horrendously ambiguous name. The entertainment for the patrons (that averaged at least 15 years older than myself) was a guy who was essentially singing Tony Bennett-esque karaoke covers of random songs, including “Don’t Stop Believin’”, “Brown Eyed Girl”, and “Fools Rush In”.
Shockingly, we actually walked out of this place at some point rather than staying forever. Since she’d be complaining about being hungry for the better part of 2 hours, we decided to stop at Denny’s to pacify Katherine, which quickly became the highlight of my evening. Not only did we indulge in a “Grand Slamwich” which featured every sort of breakfast pork product you can think of, but we were treated to the post-club crowd as they began filtering in. This also caused us to be basically kicked out of our table to make room for a group of 10 that was coming in. I was happy to oblige, since I’m pretty sure they’d have eaten us if we hadn’t moved. Then, apparently when we were waiting for the rest of our party to assemble, the waitress told Adam to “be careful of the crackheads in the parking lot.” I can’t adequately express the disappointment I feel from having not actually heard these words leave this woman’s mouth, but I trust Adam wouldn’t make something this absurd up, and I also assume that the 3-5 security guards they had on staff were also not there for no reason. The main entrance of the restaurant wasn’t even in use when we were leaving; you had to walk out through the emergency exit, which took you past 2 guards, as well as a uniformed police officer outside the door.
Now you may be thinking, wow that sounds awful, but it really wasn’t. Adam and Katherine seemed to feel uncomfortable in the parking lot, perhaps because of the guys we had to walk by, one of which may have referred to a girl as “snowflake”, but by this point I was in a quasi food coma and was far too in awe of the hilarity of this whole situation to really take it in properly.
In summation, basically the entire night was one big “is this really happening” moment and was fantastic, from the déjà vu to Mr. Bennett to the crackheads. I feel properly welcomed to northern California.
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