Phallic Indian Food

I ate dinner at a little, hole in the wall Indian place in the "Tenderloin" (the area of town of where people poop and shoot up on the sidewalk). So half way through my "Aloo Mutter" a whole troop of 30 year old white women streamed into the restaurant. They looked ridiculous in their "going out" clothes. Judging by the thoughtfulness of their conversations, I figured it was some kind of sorority reunion. But then I saw a ribbon in one of the women's hair. The ribbon was decorated with chunky/ugly ornaments, but then I realized the ornaments were penises. There were were penises in her hair. So it was a bachelorette party.

Hmm, maybe that wasn't a very entertaining story. Duely noted.

The desk attendant at the hotel calls me mama. Nicee.

My only complaint with this city is that the clubs close at 2am. That's obscene.