Whole Foods Store Girl vs. Pink E's Pool Hall Girls (A Juxaposition of Conspicuous Contradistinction)

Okeday, so. Double O and I woke up to Ashlee's impersonation of a choo choo train. At any other time but 7 a.m. it would have been cute, adorable, and funny. However, it was 7 a.m. and we had only had four hours of sleep. I ended up sleeping in the bathroom with my feet between the toilet and the bathtub behind two closed doors. I slept better there. The occasion marked the first time I had ever gone to sleep in a bathroom...on purpose.

Later in the afternoon after a lunch of cereal and Velveta Shells and Cheese, Double O and I went to the Barnes and Noble 3 miles away from the Turtle Household. I wrote in the journal about the Valley of Fire trip and about riding the quads around the mountains and washes. Double O looked for a mechanic's book but found none. After the maldiscovery, Doubles walked down the strip mall and looked from store to store. He came back with news of a whole foods store down the way called "Whole Foods." We investigated.

I bought a basket of figs, a box of Amarenth Flakes, and a loaf of Eziekial bread. Upon check out I looked for a check out line being run by any females near my age. I found one. The girl was wearing an apron, but I could still make out a portion of the tee-shirt design beneath. It was a Beck shirt. I remarked on it which quickly opened a long conversation about Wisconsin. [Complicated dialogue line not supplied in the interest of the reader.] She was a very nice looking girl who was eager to smile and embraced the moment like only a girl of my dreams could. Had this event transpired in AlAskA or had I made plans to remain in Las Vegas, it would have been easy to ask to see her again. However, I'm leaving on Friday morning and I have no intentions of breaking anyone's hearts. (Okay okay, it's my heart I'm guarding. I'm in love with SOMEONE, I just don't know who, and I do not want to apply that feeling to someone I'll never see again.)

Double O ate two ginger bread men, except for one right leg, which was eaten by me. We returned to the Turtle Home and set the groceries on the table. We watched "Myth Busters" and made plans to play pool. We got directions to Pink E's from Beck (who told us not to ask why she knew it was a cool place) and drove out there.

Once there Double O ordered two stines of Castle Rock and we took up a pay-by-the-hour table in the back corner. Table #54. The place was sprinkled with people, most of them looked local. About 20 minutes after we began play, two 10's walked in and took a table across from us. My first impression is that the blonde white girls wearing their MTv fashions over fake breasts is that they were #1 Bad people, and #2 Strippers. Turns out I was right on both counts. Later a third stripper friend showed up and they all talked nasty about the other girls at the club. I called them "10's" but only as a reflection of what the world would likely rate them. I personally would rate them as "1's." It is a futile task trying to locate the sensation of attaction to people I despise. I don't despise them for being dancers, a friend of mine in Florida happened to be one. I despised them for the things we heard them say. Example: "Why do all the hot guys have to be poor?" Example: "Why were you talking to HIM?" "He works here and I want this shit for free." Example: "Excuse me!" Okay, the last example might be hard to understand. Just use your imagination and create a situation where saying "Excuse me!" could be really bitchy.

All in all, I would take the Whole Foods girl over all three of the strippers a thousand times over and never once think twice.

I have to stop thinking about girls so much.

For dinner Double O and I tried to hit Taco Bell but at 1:40 a.m. they were closed. However, Del Taco was open just down the road. Double O didn't get one of the things he ordered, but the food that we did get tasted just wonderful. He's probably asleep now and if I want any sleep at all, I had better get going. It is 2:45 a.m. and Ashlee will be waking up in four hours... I might as well just go to bed in the bathroom now. I am definitely not used to being in a house with a two year old.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Modest Mouse - "The Willful Suspension of Disbelief"