Then we walked around downtown and North Beach for a while. The restaurant we wanted to eat at was closed, so we ate some tourists and quenched our thirsts.
We returned to North Beach to settle some secret mafia business. On the way there, we had to pass through Chinatown, and we had to fight like 40 or 200 martial artists.
Sonia won $20,000 on scratch off tickets, so we headed to Amoeba to spend it all. We bought a CD from every band in existence, and we thought we were set, but 20 bands formed while we in the store and all released albums. We were almost out of money, so we bought them all tacos. This panhandler asked us if we had any change, and we gave him the "no bro" and dumped all these benjamins on his head. He was like, "I don't eat tuna..."
That statement got us pretty hungry, so we jumped in the car and headed over to Berkeley. We had spent all our money except $16, and our overseas checking accounts had been siezed. As luck would have it, we ran into my old friend Tommy from PROMIS and Orleans Parish. We checked into the most exclusive restaurant for miles: Zachary's Pizza and ordered 20 lbs of spinach, tomatoes, and mushrooms that somehow fit into a 14" radius. The Oakland/Berkeley Laser Light show followed:
After a terrifying and twisted right through the foggy quagmire that is Berkeley at night, we said goodnight. Sonia and I made it back into the city, and were about to go to sleep when we passed by our favorite Western Themed gay bar: STUD. The night had just begun...
