Last night me and five other guys from the neighborhood decided to go get pizza at our local "fusion fern pizzaria," Boca Pizza. I call it "fusion fern," because normal pizzarias don't have octopus salads on the menu nor cook eggs on top of pizza, which is actually quite tasty. Still, for Marin County, this is our version of the manly pizza joint hangout.
We were outside at a patio table with a stunning view of the parking lot as chardonnay was being poured. (As I said, this is a Marin County pizzaria. There isn't a lot of Pabst Blue Ribbon being served with the pies.) I was sipping on my Anchor Steam when a man emerged from the bar at about 9:30 p.m. and decided to stop on the sidewalk and belt out Journey's "Don't Stop Believing!" Now, I don't know if it was the wine we drank before going to get pizza or the beer I drank there, but I thought he did a pretty good job. When a server came from the restaurant to guide our singer back into the restaurant for another stop at the bar, we asked our server if he wasn't available to do another set as we had some other Journey songs in mind that we'd like to hear. This was met with skepticism from our waiter, who was clearly less enthusiastic about having "Dads Gone Wild" at his egg-on-top-pizzaria than we were.
Anyhow, to Mr. Journey of Novato, nicely done. You can have your own little flash mob at our humble shopping center anytime you want to. Just remember that "When the Lights Go Out in the City" is also big with us North Bay Dads.
Dead Fish Walking
I received a text from my daughter yesterday and it read, "I won a fish!" Now, I know this sounds like good news, but this house has a track record with fish. Despite our nicest intentions, we have continually reaffirmed the Darwin Theory when it comes to fish. I'm sure when the fish understood who had won him at my daughter's school's fun day that the other fish were like, "Wow, bummer, dude. That's a rough house for fish."
Perhaps the incident that best describes our fish-tending skills is the time I took our kids to Petco to get some more fish several years ago. I asked the young guy working in the fish section if the different fish we were looking at actually get along in the same tank. He assured me they did so we took the fish home and placed them in the same tank together on our kitchen counter. Well, as a day or two went buy, we started noticing that there were fewer fish in the tank and that the remaining fish looked pretty darn beat up. It turns out we had actually brought home fish that feed on each other and put them in the same tank to see who survived. It was our accidental version of Fish Thunderdome.
So, out in our kitchen right now, little "Turtle" the goldfish swims around in circles in his vase of a home hoping we have gotten better at tending to fish than we have been in the past. Turtle, bro, I do too.
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