JCC The Foul Places of The Earth

Fun fact, the pub quiz team I play on when I'm in HK is "Norfolk 'n' Chance" (please don't ban me, Daveed)...

 

Mine was called "Sikh and destroy"

 

n00b.

 

Maybe I shouldn't judge a whole town because of one thing, but I can't imagine having a good time in Westboro.

 

Florida. Florida is terrible and I hate it.

 

And what is your opinion of Flo Rida?

 

I have always found him very welcoming at his abode.

 

Tijuana. It smells. It is not safe to walk alone. I had to bribe 2 cops not to take a friend to jail because, well he didn't actually do anything wrong. A store clerk did not like him talking to a female customer so he called for the police and he didn't have any money to give them. Cost me $20. He never paid me back for keeping his sorry ass out of a Tijuana jail.

 

Let me guess, Quizlamic State or Quizlamic Fundamentalists was considered, but deemed too extreme?

People like durian. It's basically the same.

My impression of NY was that it's a place of contradictions. Or so I felt; you have for example, the most amazing art collection I've seen visited by the least sophisticated patrons the world could conjure up. Some really amazing food that's either too pricey for most people to enjoy; too unhealthy to eat more than once, or too generous in portion sizes to really leave you appreciating it fully. It's the city where you get the good with the bad.

Like; we got to hang out and drink, but we only got 12 seconds of vin.

 

Sometimes all you need is just the tip.

 

Do I sound like a person that would name anything "Norfolk?" This has been ongoing for years with this pub quiz...

 

Yes, it's a very tame attempt at a joke pub name or quiz team name. I used it once in 2003.

 

They have good radio

 

I think it was General Sheridan who said, "If I owned hell and Texas, I'd live in hell and rent out Texas."

 

Cartagena? Bogota? Cali?

 

Wouldn't it be great if it had a really cool gay district?

 

Wrigley Field Chicago. A pit of humans in an actual pit.

 

Las Vegas. When the doors of the hotel swished open, my eyes burned and I coughed slightly. The deepest recesses of my nostrils were wrenched with the foul, sulfurous stench of smoke. Be it from cigarettes or something more foul, I do not know. Everything was over-done and gaudy in its decoration, with that edge of overly-insistent happiness that people accuse McDonald's of having for children, or in denial that's just on the edge of crumbling. Then for all the crude, gauche sprawl, there was a certain meanness to everything else. A beaten down, oppressed feeling. My mind really couldn't reconcile the total lack of investment in every other part of the area--presumably meant for its actual citizens--with whomever decided that a hotel should have a roller coaster inside of it.

For all that, though, it was strange. I ended up at an International House of Pancakes. The place was fairly deserted. The waiter, though was a genuinely nice fellow. He tried manfully to make conversation, though I know I'm not the best conversationalist at times. He told me about his family and the vacation they were planning. Offered thoughts on an election that's been shocking enough that everyone keeps calling it "recent" over six months in. He made jokes about having me place some sports bets even as he actually placed sports bets. So this, I feel, was the worst part of everything. Not that the city was so thoroughly awful. But that in said awfulness, it covered a more fundamentally decent and relatable phenomenon I would have found much more appealing than having a washed up performance of Music Guy doing His Greatest Hits from Twenty Years Ago.

 

Adelaide in South Australia. Biggest ***hole I've ever had the misfortune of going to and I've visited the West Bank. Plus it's full of South Australians, who are special, precious little breed of mo fos.

 

Do not quit your day job.