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i had seen it.  i had walked by it.  i had heard about it.  why it took me so long to embrace all of the loveliness that is the tunnel top is anyone’s guess.  yes,  with its unassuming exterior and location describing name (it’s on top of the stockton tunnel after all,) i have taken to the tunnel top as a pig takes to slop,  a prostitute to penicillin,  or my shoe to homeless people turds (yes, i step in at-least one a day…)

they have chimay.  they have djs who spin kick-ass tunes.  they have tons of horny babes.  niiice.

that pretty much covers all the bases.  well,  except that the bartenders also take turns sucking on a large, cylindrically shaped object which emits semen.  yes, three out of the four with whom i’ve come in contact are rude and make lackluster drinks.  this is why god invented beer.  also, i think a prerequisite for being a bartender should be that you aren’t a dickhead.  you know,  that whole customer service thing…

but hey, you can’t always have everything and when you’re having hot chicks rub their shanaynays on you on the upstairs dance floor you won’t be thinking about the bartender,  or at-least you shouldn’t be.  i feel like a rock star every time i go there.

the wool-pull factor,  at-least on the weekend,  currently ranks as an ‘8.’  i’ve been during the week and the guy/girl ratio can be a little daunting,  like most places on a weekday.  friday and saturday though…watch out.