That's not music, that's just noise!

A tip to my readers: If you drink a big cup of Peet's coffee at 7:30, you will probably not be able to go to sleep at 11:30, regardless of how much whiskey you have surreptitiously poured into said cup.

I got tricked into going to a noise show at Tonevendor last night because I didn't realize it was a noise show. I thought there was one noise band and then regular bands, but actually there were five noise bands. Or maybe not, I left after the second noise band. The bands were not bad, they were just noise bands and I don't think I will ever like any noise band. Except Maroon 5, but they make noise accessible to the masses. The only amusing part of the night, besides noting the profusion of Robin Hood-style boots on the ladies, were Millers noise band jokes, which I will share with you here:

Q: What did the noise dude say to his therapist?

A: (low grinding noise, followed by brief, high squealing noise)

Q: What did the noise dude say to his girlfriend?

A: Psych! Noise dudes don't have girlfriends!

I am trying to work on a joke about noise dudes all having beards, but it's not coming to me.

I ate at the Plum Blossom at 19th and J during the show because it was the closest place and I have to say it's pretty lame. From the outside, it looks like it would be a casual dining place, where you would just walk up to the counter and order (which is why I wanted to go), but it is actually a sit-down restaurant. It was pretty generic-looking inside and the front wall was dominated by a huge, flat-screen TV tuned to Fox News. Flat screen TVs are the scourge of Sacto restaurants. Why? Why? Why must every restaurant, no matter how upscale, have twenty TVs inside? I walked by Zocalo (which is the closest I'll ever get to eating there, unless it's on a dare) and marvelled at how the owners took so much care and expense in the design and then just slapped a bunch of TVs all around, thereby ruining the ambiance. Because the human eye is naturally drawn to a TV, against my will I kept having to look at Bill O'Reilly while I ate. Oh yeah, that's right, I say "look at" rather than "watch" because the TV was turned on with the sound off but no subtitles. What is the point of that? I couldn't watch it even if I wanted to!!!! Aaaaah!!!

Anyway, I ordered a pork bun. It was not good, but then again, I guess I should know better than to order any pork product that cost seventy-five cents. However the same type of pork bun at Gam Lae Sig was much better. I tried to order a sesame noodle dish, but the waitress said that is no longer on the menu. Since their menus are one photocopied slip of paper, you would think that they could perhaps just make some accurate new menu copies, but maybe the menu is a work in progress. I settled on (lame) fried rice because their menu was pretty boring and typical (you know, General Tso's chicken and all that jazz), but quite a few of the dishes were either 8 or ten bucks and I had just wanted something cheap and quick. The fried rice was just what you would expect. Filling, that's about it. I don't recommend this place.