Bon Temps Football

Some stores at the mall opened at 1:00AM. Some at 3:00AM.

I walked into Hot Topic, wearing my Gryffindor uniform (from Harry Potter) and was greeted by some employee chick whom I've never seen before, but apparently she's seen me ...

EMPLOYEE CHICK: Nice outfit! We've got Harry Potter stuff here! [Points to the stuff she's standing next to.] Did you see the movie?
RYAN: I saw it at midnight.
EMPLOYEE CHICK: I think I saw you earlier that day buying stuff.
RYAN: It probably was me.
EMPLOYEE CHICK: You were with a girl.
RYAN: That wasn't me.

D'oh! Can't believe I fell for that pick-up line. She was testing to see whether or not I would reply with something like, "Yeah, that was my girlfriend," to figure out whether or not I was taken. She's not ugly, but I'd still prefer beer goggles to get through it if I absolutely had to do her.

RYAN: Any Black Friday sales?
EMPLOYEE CHICK: Our rock tees are 2 for $25.
RYAN: Does that include Taylor Swift? Don't hate.
EMPLOYEE CHICK: Yes, it does.

I finally got that "Bon Temps Football" shirt (from True Blood) as it was finally on clearance. And a new Harry Potter shirt. Georgia (the "substitute" in my database whenever Jazz isn't working at Red Robin) saw me as I was coming out of the fitting room and briefly smiled. I got a boner.

Actually, due to the busy circumstances, I noticed a lot of employees whom I've never noticed before.

RYAN: What time did you guys open?
EMPLOYEE CHICK AND SOME DUDE: 4 [o'clock]!
RYAN: I'm looking at everybody and it looks like nobody slept.
DUDE: No. Nobody slept!

I went to Simi Valley to record Paul and Martha's band. The same jackoffable chick who guards the door was there. Yay database! So was that bartender Trish. Score again! But some dude named Marlon who was my classmate in my old Capoeira group during my CSUN days was there and recognized me. Sweet.

And just like last time, a FREE pitcher of Sam Adams on tap. I shared it with Paul and Martha's son Khan, who told me of a place that illegally sells 4Lokos.

KHAN: (Drunkenly on the phone with homeboys) Te amo. [Silence.] Say it back. Te amo. [Silence.] C'mon, say it back!