you are the midnight show

May 28, 2009 00:16

I effed my left pinky finger tonight while bouldering, so this is going to be a brief post. It's not properly hitting the A key, instead choosing to slide over it. I'm having a hard time reconciling what my brain is telling my finger to do and what it is actually doing.

This weekend while i passed through Santa Barbara on my way home, i stopped at a nifty dive bar. This conversation took place as i closed out my tab:

Bartender: What's your last name?
Phuong: M-A-I.
Bartender: I like how you spell it out for me like i'm stupid. [Goes to fish for my credit card.]
Phuong: Well, it's not easy for some people. Some people say "Mai" and some say "May". It's not that hard.
Bartender: Yeah, i get what you mean. It's not that hard. [Finds my credit card and looks at my name.] There it is; you were spot on: M-A-I.
Phuong: Yep.
Bartender: [Looks at the card again.] How the hell do you say your first name?

All in all, not a bad trip until i hit Santa Barbara (okay, Isla Vista, but still). Parking ticket in Hollywood, basil ice cream + rose ice cream + delicious brunch in Pasadena, rolled down a steep hill at La Brea a few times, pizza with Renée, kite shopped with Dave Grohl in Ventura.
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