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the red avocado rocks my world ~ September 27, 2001 - 1:24 a.m. iowa city's more fun than it sounds like. well, it's home to the big-ass-deal iowa writer's workshop, so there's bound to be some culture. granted, a lot of it's greek. fraternities and sororities freak me out-- we didn't have that kind of thing at antioch. sports teams neither. it was a good place to be a freak amongst freaks. and believe it or not, my new favorite restaurant's in iowa city. the red avocado-- all organic, all vegetarian-- and they get a lot of their produce from their three working gardens and an orchard! hell fuckin' yeah. the food's fantastic, delicious, and so packed with nutrients it gives you a full-body buzz. we ate there for lunch and dinner today. at dinner, ozone's brother successfully got a date with the waitress. I was amazed and impressed. I mean, how often do you get to witness a successful pickup? and she's really cute, too. I'm psyched for both of them: for patrick, because he hasn't had a date since april, and for her because patrick's not psycho. after dinner we went to see medeski martin and wood. damn! how is it I've never heard them before? it's jazz, but so much more. they each seemed to have about a dozen instruments at their disposal, and they teased the wildest sounds out of every one. how the hell do you make a stand-up bass sing like a woman? the concert was one long jam. hell yeah. now I'm tired and I badly need to meditate before I pass out. ozone's dragging me out of bed early tomorrow (he says) so we can head out for colorado. halfway home.
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