Active substance: Orlistat
I eventually ordered the spicy shrimp and noodles which was very good and then headed back to the hotel. On the way downtown I had spotted a sign for an Irish pub with live music so I knew where I was headed that evening.
I had put on a dress shirt since I felt kind of out of place at the restaurant in a t-shirt, but this time, it was the other way round.
I walked into the bar, which looked nice from the outside and realized it was a total dive. The place was dark, except for the dim lights behind the bar and the lighted-up jukebox, which was playing some really redneck country music.
There were only three people, other than the bartender; a construction worker at the corner of the bar and a couple all over each other at the other end with maybe twenty teeth between the both of them.
But like I said, the bartender was hot, so I ordered a local beer called Flat Tire, which was really good.
That would be illegal. I took a big swig of beer and a long drag of my cigarette, trying my best not to look like a tourist. Their names were Pia and Shannon and I ended up hanging out with them for the rest of the night, talking mostly about music.
It turns out that Santa Cruz has a big punk population and a lot of rockabillies as well, which was really cool.
So we drank some more beers and did a couple of shots, which was probably a mistake, since I barely remember getting back to my hotel room that night. But hey, it was a hell of a lot better than watching Ultimate Fighting Championship with a couple of guys in a hotel bar in Oklahoma.
So I got up and took a quick shower, called Shannon and met up with her for brunch at a diner down the street, which was packed. Pierzynski tied it at 1 later in the fourth with an RBI single.