Free food in Santa Cruz.

Well, just got back from a weekend in Santa Cruz and thought I would share one of many random stories the trip. I was in Santa Cruz from Friday to Sunday and crashed at Josh's place. Sean drove us up and Jessie provided the car with the latest K-Fed/Fed-ex news updates. This particular tale takes place at Moe's Alley a bar where we saw the reggae/latin/funk band Vinyl. Now the genius addition to this particular bar is that they have a window in the back that a food truck pulls up to so you can get some food when your nicely sauced. Of course since this is Santa Cruz tho, the food is all gourmet, organic and vegetarian. Solid stuff. At some point of the night we were all hanging out in the back partly so some of us could get their cigarette fix and so others of us could get some grub. Josh and I happened to be standing right next to the ordering window when a guy in his 40's comes up to us and asks us if we wanted some pizza. My first thought was this guy was either, a) hitting on both of us, b) building up some sort of grift, c) crazy, or d) very drunk. He then boasting told us he had his company Chevron card that would pay for us as long as we didn't mind. He added he was only in town for two hours, why he told us this, I do not know. The food hippy pushed his dreads back into his chefs hat and served us up two slices of pizza. I was not going to argue. We are both halfway into the pizza when the guy figures out that food trucks don't usually come standard with credit card machines. He then mumbles something about handling the bill up front and just disappears towards the door back inside. I assume he just ripped off the food hippy as does the hippy looking a bit bewildered. This did not stop me from finishing the slice of pizza. After a few minutes I was surprised to see the guy back. He seemed a bit agitated and embarrassed, he paid for our pizza out of his own money, he had just gone to the ATM. He tossed the money down and then escaped back into the bar. Also that night when I had gone up to the bar for a drink this sloppy bag of a woman probably around her mid 50's, and in a shirt way too low cut to reveal her chest which was sagging even lower then the shirt, turned her dyed blond head up into my face and asked me how tall I was. I thought about my possible escapes and what would be the tasteful thing to do, when I was struck by inspiration. In a move that would make Mr. Leong proud, in one motion I grabbed my drink, dropped my money, answered her, and then as she was following up her question with some drunken rambling, turned a 180 and walked into the crowd as I could feel the words slur out of her mouth and onto my passing back. Later we ran into her again when we had gotten into our car to drive away from the show, because as it turns out her groups red camero or possibly a transam was parked next to us. We were warned that if we did not leave soon she would punch our car, which she was known to do to random cars when she is sloppy drunk. I believe this is adequately explained by the fact she actually might be the incredible hulk. Lots more happenings on the trip, like camping nerds, scenic drives, pool halls full of stupid haircuts, hotel room debauchery, high and spinning hippy chicks, Pappy's and more. Definitely a nice reprieve from the work week, I am looking forward to thanksgiving vacation now, possibly more on that later.