Our waiter at Hugo’s in Augora, CA, recommended the pork special over the steak. Suspicious, I read the description: tender pork loin marinated with cilantro-jalapeno pesto (made with pumpkin seeds), grilled and garnished with pico de gallo. Served with roasted chipotle black beans, turmeric basmati rice and fried plantains. Whenever I see tender on a menu I’m always suspicious, but it was. And I could taste the Pumpkin. He was right, for 15 bucks you can’t beat this meal.
But before it got there, just in case it would be a while, we told the waiter that that we had Ralphie May tickets for a show at the night club next door. he told us it would be okay because all the Ted Nugent protestors from the night before had left the area.
That news occupied us for a while until the conversation eventually turned kids. We were at dinner with another couple. Specifically, the age old problem of the stage of kid’s ages. When they’re younger they’re more physically challenging, and as they get old more mentally. Essentially, at first you’re too tired to have sex, and then later when they’re older and stuck at home without screen time from being punished, they won’t leave you alone.
We didn’t even need to wait for Ralphie May to provide the perfect denouement for the night. Our friend’s kids (who are considerably older than ours) joined us for the show. When the warm-up act (Ralphie’s wife) asked if there were any kids in the audience simultaneously suggesting that would be a bad idea, my friend’s kid made the mistake of raising his hand. I can’t remember exactly what she said but it had something to do with what it must be like to sit next to your parents while she described having to go down on her husband.