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May 03, 2008

Coyote Ugly

Img_7840 Good Morning Gentle Readers,

We'd watched a few episodes of The Ultimate Coyote Ugly Search and it seemed like a tough gig. Like Dallas Cowgirl cheerleader boot camp morphed into So You Think You Can Dance AND you think you're the next American Idol, tossed with a dry Martooni, shaken, not stirred, and a dose of attitude from Hell's Kitchen (that guy needs Prozac, man).  The payoff is this.

Ducking through the crowd at.....

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.....headed toward Houdini's Magic Shop with said chillen' in tow, TWC stumbled to a crawl. I'm thinking that here is the real thing, removed from the imagery of TV.

TWC: Look, there's the Coyote Ugly girls dancing on the bar.

House Blond: Dad, I REALLY don't want to look at a bunch of bras hanging from the ceiling.

TWC: Is that what those are?

Dangling like so many scissored ties at Pinnacle Peak (Garden Grove: RIP) were dozens of BRAS. I'm thinking it's time for Lasik because I missed that entirely. Well, I saw SOMETHING, but bras? Course, the glasses were off so that the twenty-somethings wouldn't notice I was old. Hey, works for me in the mirror. Lose the specs and I'm still 27.

The House Blond was even less impressed with the trucks cruising the strip with twelve foot lettered signs inviting all comers to call 702-Sluts-R-Us to line up a Real Girl to come strip for YOU in the privacy of your hotel room. Also grateful to those in need, passing out smut fliers on the street, for sparing the kids. Just a little decorum, but a nice touch anyway.

Then there's the upscale smut............

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Note to parents: You just got to 'splain that some things are icky and that the daughters need to stay off the pole. They're brighter than you think.

What exactly is Coyote Ugly? This. Or if it's really bad you chew off the other arm because she'll be looking for a one-armed man.

As Ever,

TWC

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Somehow, I missed NYNY while we were last in Vegas. We did go up to Le Tour Eiffel, Jr at Paris, LV. You shoulda seen Debbie white knuckling the inner rail on the platform. We also won a few bucks at the Wynn. Lost it elsewhere.

The ultimate insult: You wake up afraid to move for fear of waking her up. Lying there contemplating chewing your arm off and then you realize there is no need.

She awoke before you and chewed off her own arm that you are now lying on.

btw, 33 years ago on a motorcycle trip to see the Motorcycle road races at the now defunct (I hear it is now a shopping mall) Ontario Motor Raceway, we went to Pinnacle Peaks. One joker in our group wore a tie, a big, wide, loud, and ugly, hand-painted tie.

A tie like should be cut and hung from the rafters of a baked bean and steak joint.

I enjoyed the steak. It was almost more than what I could eat. I'd love to go back. I've got several ties that deserve the honor.

That's why I want to sue Budweiser. For all those coyote ugly men I've found in my bed on Sunday morning.

That's why I want to sue Budweiser. For all those coyote ugly men I've found in my bed on Sunday morning.

I went to find a link to the Willie Nelson classic, "I went to bed at 2 with a 10, woke up at 10 with a two."

Struck out.

There are a lot of Pinnacle Peak restaurants around the southwest, not sure how connected they are. The one in Tucson is ensconced in a village that is reminiscent of Knott's Berry Farm circa 1958.

The one you (NoStar) hooked up with was likely the one I linked to.

As a kid, I assumed the one in Garden Grove on the corner of what was once Highway 39 and Highway 22, was the one and only. So well known that Anderson was told by an ex-pat in Alcapulco that it was the best steak going. Used to have a Limey double decker bus out front (what the hell is that connection?).

Riverside Raceway is the one that became a mall. Ontario Speedway is somewhat developed but still not fully. I think Chevron owns the land. Good illustration of why the government should stay out of the private sector. The track was a bust.

Great story, love to hear about the Glory Days.

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