What can you buy for under a dollar anymore? Due to the entropy of inflation, a dollar doesn't go as far as it used to (go). Instead of bemoaning this fact, I'd like to put forth a nominee for the best dollar you can spend:
Quick quiz.
Arizona Juices and Teas are awesome because:
a) They only cost $0.99
b) They're a whopping 23.5 fl oz
c) You can get them at the Citgo across the street from my house
d) All of the above
If you picked (d), I'm sorry, try again next time. Because, while the others are true, you can find many things that are both whopping and on my block (for example, the number of religious zealots whose knock on my door serve as my 9 am alarm clock), but they are hardly awesome. Arizona Watermelon juice is awesome because it only costs $0.99. (In unrelated news, I started working for Kaplan Test Prep last week.) Always the one for over-effusion, Arizona made a brilliant decision by making a drink that's cheap because it's just juice concentrate and sugar.
A close runner up is the McDouble.
On a more musical note (!), if you're doing anything tomorrow that is not going to the Fish Head Cantina in Arbutus for the Ed Clopein benefit, then cancel your plans. Forkman is the biggest fan of the blues. Ever. And he needs your help.
A story I might be relating tomorrow:
When I was 19 or 20, I went to Kclinger's in Hanover, PA (a 90 minute haul) to see Junior Watson who, as you know, is a minor blues deity. At 8:45, someone came around collecting covers (fine) and checking IDs (wtf!). Convincing them that my parents were on the way, I managed to narrowly escape eviction, confident in the hope that Ed and Tobi would be able to vouch for me as their offspring. Upon their certain arrival, I professed to the doorman that these old hippies were, in fact, my folks, and I should be allowed to revel in the sol-like lucency that is the relfection of the stage lights off Jr.'s bald dome. Said doorman greeted Ed & Tobi as the old friends they were and proceeded to inquire as to which of Ed & Tobi's 6 daughters I was. With my tirade about transgender equality falling on deaf ears, I was relegated to standing outside in the drizzle listening to Jr. quote "Jingle Bell Rock" through an open window. Did I mention I had drudged my girlfriend at the time through this charade? In retrospect, it's a surprise she stayed married to my ass as long as she did.
Verbose diatribes aside, here's what you need to know:
You.
At Fish Head Cantina.
Tomorrow. All day.
If you're one of those sticklers for details, here ya go.
See you tomorrow. I'm off to Cheeseburger in Paradise in Pasadena.
