Dustin does That 70's Show

I GOT TO BE WITH IN A FOOT OF LAURA PREPON, and I didn't even get arrested.

I took Friday off and flew down to meet up with Andy, Richard, Meera, Dana, and Larrisa to go to That 70's Show. It was sooooooooooooo cool. The episode was a good one and it was cool; they only took two takes of each scene, the actors were really prepared. Everytime Laura Prepon walked by the studio audience I'd start clapping. She's even more beautiful in person that on TV. I wish she had her red hair instead of her blonde, but she still looked amazingly hot. It was a little wierd to see an episode almost in the middle of the season; Hyde has a new dad and Kelso died in the first episode...just kidding. During the episode they gave out scripts to people that laughed the loudest. Both Richard and I got one, we were way stoked. I got the whole cast to sign it, it was cool. I asked Laura Prepon to sign it Hot Donna as well as her regular signature. Dana totally made the red-head connection and talked it up with her for like a minute. I was too giddy, like a little girl, and I couldn't say anything coherent besides sign it hot Donna. I hope that Dana and her become the best of friends, and then when she meets Dana's friends she could meet me; and fall madly in love with me and then I can finally get to be with Laura Prepon :) Hey it could happen right... After she moved over Ashton Kutcher came up and like 15 little girls swarmed around me and were like "Ashton Ashton" in squeaky teen voices. So I did it too and he laughed. See I'm funny. I wanna go again to see Laura and all her glory.
Then Alissa threw a vato party that she was too wasted to control, stuff got stolen it sucked...But I just thought of Laura Prepon.

Saturday in The City, Croozing Hans Solo

So after being blown off by Robi and Darren; Robi not "having" enough money and Darren being "too tired", I have something to say about that...FUCKIN PUSSIES, this shit will make you a sexual Ty-ran-asauras, just like me. Sorry got off track, predator on the mind. So anyways I decided to roll up to the city (San Francisco) solo to meet up with Shannon, her brother Tony and is girlfriend.

I meet up with them in Castro; since I'm not into the gay thing I wanted to go to Union Street. So we go to Bar None, which I didn't know how to get there really from Castro but I knew it was north. I get there and meet Shannon and friends outside. We roll in and it is D-E-D, dead. Its only 9:30 or 10:00, but its still a money place to chill and so I got a round of kettle One Tonics, my staple drink. We sit down and Tony wants to play darts. Tony's girl doesn't feel well so she doesn't drink her K-1 Tonic, but I swoop in on it; nobody's wasting alcohol on my watch.

Shannon throws a round, I throw a round, then Tony comes up. Fuckin-A, never seen somebody so good at darts. He throws two bullseyes and I take my balls and sit back down. Not that I was trying to do better than him but I was so much worse that I didn't even want to watch. I only saw him throw 4 bullseys but I didn't want to watch unless he humiliated somebody else.

While Shannon and I were talking with Tony's girlfriend we reminisce about last time we were in the city together we got Irish Carbombs. So I decided that was a good choice for the next round. The place started to pick up so I decided to get next round, they had pitchers there so I couldn't say no. A pitch of Sierra Nevada hit the spot after the Carbombs. Tony never had an Irish Carbomb, and I don't think he liked it too much.

Around 12:00 the place was full at its normal capacity, not many girls but there were some interesting ones there. This one chick was like six and half feet, Shannon couldn't believe it and neither could the rest of us. At this time the others want to go back to Novato and go swimming in their pool. Novato, for those of you who don't know the Bay Area geographical; is on the other side of the Bay Bridge in the East Bay. Which takes about an hour and half to my house in Half Moon Bay, a drive I didn't not want to do after more drinks.

We part and again I'm rolling solo. I grab a piece of pizza and a beer figuring I could chill in my truck for a little bit. I walk up the hill to my truck, following behind these two girls. They ask me where I got my pizza and I tell them "Extreme Pizza", which I recommend not to go to if you have the chance. So they tell me that they are walking to their house, which they're not sure where it is from where we were. I offer them a ride being right next to my truck, good thing I was parallel with the drivers side facing us because my stupid spare is still on the back (another story). I take them them to their house, going in the wrong direction first but then correcting ourselves.

We started by the Union Street Shops and end up near North Beach. They tell me that they are from Washington and recently moved to the city. I ask if they've been on the steepest street in San Francisco and they say "Lombard?" No that's the crooked street, not the steepest street for those of you that don't know. But the steep street is right next to Lombard (2 down to be exact), I think its Filbert but I always forget names. So I take them to the cliff of the street which is so steep that you can only go down, not up. Cars cannot parallel park, only perpendicular. The street also looks like it dead ends because there are yellow signs at the end so you don't hit the cars that are parked. I slow down at the edge so they can get a look down it, which is great in my truck because you can't see the street below. The truck sits back far enough and kinda high so it feels steeper as well. As we get to the edge they sit up to look forward, as they do I step on the gas, not gunning it; but doing my signature move on this street which scares everybody, it never fails, its not like I get air or anything. This time is no different and I have two screaming girls in my car. As they realize where they are I laugh, I love doing that. They want to do it again so we do, its fun to do with drunk people more because they're all loopy.

After the second time around, I take them home. They tell me that they want to go camping on Labor Day weekend somewhere maybe Half Moon Bay. I tell them I have plans to return to the OC, but still get a number for Serena and tell her I'll call her later.

I eat my pizza on the way home. Once on my road, I open the beer I bought because I love having a beer and driving, because you're not supposed to. Well that's my story, I hope it was interesting.