There's no lot attendant in the lot and, therefore, no one to show my permit. Also, my employer issues the permits monthly. So, in order to "prove" that I'd paid to park in June of '08, I'd need to produce that month's permit (and that's buried under a pile of cigarette butts wherever Brown Bear dumps its trash).
it's been a little more than two years since my first ticket and i've only gotten three. i'm not terribly worried at this point since no one from Diamond has bothered to contact me (however, Damien's comment above makes it difficult to relax).
at this point i'm weighing the options: which is worse? dealing with a bunch of phone calls and paperwork to avoid paying tickets i didn't totally deserve or getting sent to a collections agency for some stupid BS?

clearly i'm thinking about this way more than i need to be. i found the following from a review of The Funhouse on yelp.com:

"...The bartenders are cool, and those ladies don't take any crap from you. They've got a pool table, and Area 51 (you know you love that shoot em' up game) and it's not as scary as it looks... Unless you're afraid of clowns."

granted, it was posted in 2007 - but until i can get down there for a beer, this will have to serve as my only form of "proof."

i thought the Area-51 was in the back, next to the bathrooms...? man, this is going to drive me crazy all day...

i like your style. but i'm curious: if your date hadn't been preachy and let you gleefully consume whatever you wanted in his presence - do you think you would have seen him again?

i'm back on meat - but my girlfriend is (mostly) vegan; we never have problems finding a place to eat together. but, then again, she doesn't get all bent out of shape about my eating something that contains gelatin - or filtered through ground-up animal bones.

i know! i lent it out and never got it back.

yes,yes - i take great liberties with punctuation and capitals. but i do it out of Love. thanks for your thoughts.

i wasn't really worried about the So-and-So's because i knew who they were - and i wouldn't have wanted to date them anyway. and i didn't mean to give the impression that this was a case of "sour grapes" - to me, the notion that being vegan makes you less (or even more) "date-able" seemed really silly because i wouldn't care if someone i was interested in was vegan or not.

i realize now that i was being too simplistic about what "being vegan" was all about - i simply attributed it to diet. MyrnaMinkoff sums it up rather well, i think.