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I was I Tokyo with my super high achieving buddy staying at investment banker friend’s apartment in Tokyo. We were drinking..a lot…needed snacks. Went to the 7-11 down the street. Grabbed some Doritos and junk (which, in Japan, Doritos come with a packet of salsa which is why I mentioned it because @crazychemgirl was talking about Doritos the other day). As we were checking out I got noticed a weird smell and liked, and where a 7-11 in the US would age hot dogs and pizza, 7-11’s I. Tokyo had boiled octopus tentacles. It was very disconcerting.
I think it’s hysterical. Like that’s their late night drunk food
 
Which btw, my bf loves. He WANTS to eat hotdogs from convenience stores. But again, no judgement right? 😬🤷‍♀️
Nope no judgement. Like what you like. I won’t eat it, but people who do ain’t bad or nothing. Much better thing to eat on the middle of the night though IMHO
 
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Nope no judgement. Like what you like. I won’t eat it, but people who do won’t bad or nothing. Much better thing to eat on the middle of the night though IMHO
There used to be this all night gas station in between the bars and clubs and the rural nothing that was where I grew up. So we would stop there, hammered, and eat their worst frozen food, heated up at their microwave station, anytime we were on our way home, cuz, well, drunk bitches gotta eat. I think it was a mobile. But we called it fast Freddie’s (still do) and they did NOT have hotdogs but they did have fountain soda. Nothing says nutrition and hydration like a 42 oz Mountain Dew and frozen burritos. Oh wait! They had nachos and cheese lol. Even better
 
I think it’s hysterical. Like that’s their late night drunk food
As an Angeleno, I just want some fucking tacos at 3am, not tentacles

Which btw, my bf loves. He WANTS to eat hotdogs from convenience stores. But again, no judgement right? 😬🤷‍♀️

Nope no judgement. Like what you like. I won’t eat it, but people who do won’t bad or nothing. Much better thing to eat on the middle of the night though IMHO
Apparently some regions have really good gas station food?! Like I’ve heard of Wawa subs, and the south has amazing fried chicken…then I look at the hot dogs rolling around gas stations here for years and it’s like noooo thank you! But then again LA has places where you can get real food at 3am too 🤷🏻‍♀️
 
As an Angeleno, I just want some fucking tacos at 3am, not tentacles




Apparently some regions have really good gas station food?! Like I’ve heard of Wawa subs, and the south has amazing fried chicken…then I look at the hot dogs rolling around gas stations here for years and it’s like noooo thank you! But then again LA has places where you can get real food at 3am too 🤷🏻‍♀️
I would, by no means, call this food good.
 
There used to be this all night gas station in between the bars and clubs and the rural nothing that was where I grew up. So we would stop there, hammered, and eat their worst frozen food, heated up at their microwave station, anytime we were on our way home, cuz, well, drunk bitches gotta eat. I think it was a mobile. But we called it fast Freddie’s (still do) and they did NOT have hotdogs but they did have fountain soda. Nothing says nutrition and hydration like a 42 oz Mountain Dew and frozen burritos. Oh wait! They had nachos and cheese lol. Even better
Winky dinky Ho cake. Ho’s got to eat too.

 
As an Angeleno, I just want some fucking tacos at 3am, not tentacles




Apparently some regions have really good gas station food?! Like I’ve heard of Wawa subs, and the south has amazing fried chicken…then I look at the hot dogs rolling around gas stations here for years and it’s like noooo thank you! But then again LA has places where you can get real food at 3am too 🤷🏻‍♀️
Yeah there’s no reason to go to 7-11 at 3 am except financial restrictions. I won’t hit y’all with my Pantry stories tonight but yeah. 🤣.
 
Personally I don’t have hardly anyone on ignore. Turns out, I have f-ing wonder-woman skills at ignoring people. I don’t need the computer’s help… I can ignore them just fine without it. And being inherently lazy, I don’t even have to click on a “ignore” button. Slothdom wins again! 🤣🤣🤣
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There used to be this all night gas station in between the bars and clubs and the rural nothing that was where I grew up. So we would stop there, hammered, and eat their worst frozen food, heated up at their microwave station, anytime we were on our way home, cuz, well, drunk bitches gotta eat. I think it was a mobile. But we called it fast Freddie’s (still do) and they did NOT have hotdogs but they did have fountain soda. Nothing says nutrition and hydration like a 42 oz Mountain Dew and frozen burritos. Oh wait! They had nachos and cheese lol. Even better

In high school and college, I worked at concerts and clubs. Mostly lighting and gaffing, but I also did some sound reinforcement. You get done late, like after the bars close. So a lot of the crews would head to Quality Pie, (or QP,) a 50s-style restaurant in NW Portland. When you think of Portland, most often you are thinking of North West. QP was smack in the middle of NW 23rd St, which was gentrifying and becoming more and more trendy every year. QP refused to do either. It was a two-level diner, specializing in breakfast and pie. Good coffee, but there is always good coffee in Portland. And it was 24-hours.

It was surrealistic breakfast. Portland had, at that time, the most strip bars per capita of any city in the US. And right down the street you had Darcelle XV's, one of the premiere nightclubs for the finest female impersonators on the West Coast. And Darcell's, the bars, the clubs, and the peeler joints would all close at the same time, about 2:30. You would show up at QP with a whole crew of roadies who had been schlepping all night, and see drag queens and stripers giving each other makeup advice, or helping with their hair. Bouncers and security guys pounding apple pie and coffee. Bands, mostly the unsigned, just vegging on coffee after a show, but occasionally big names showed up. I still remember when Temple of the Dog came in for omelettes. Of course, the hammered party girls and various creatures of the night. And walking around them were servers, some who had been there for decades in beehives and scarfs. Everyone got along great.

If more places could have been like QP at 4 AM, the world would be a better place.
 
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