Every now and then, an artist / group / band comes out with a song that is not only a huge hit, but provides an anecdote of sorts that becomes adopted by the masses to display preferences, feelings, favorite things, etc.
This is sort of hard to describe, so I’ll just use an easy example:
Last year, 2 Chainz came out with a song called “Birthday Song”. While the song is predominantly about how Mr. Chainz wants a big booty hoe for this birthday, he repeats the following lines numerous times:
When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store.
When I die, bury me inside the Truey store.
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store.
When I die, bury me inside the Louis store.
(For anyone wondering what a Truey store is, CLICK HERE. I did the dirty work for you.)
Loosely translated, 2 Chainz is essentially saying:
He enjoys wearing jewelry. (I mean, his name IS 2 Chainz. Come on.)
He enjoys wearing True Religion Jeans.
He enjoys all things Gucci.
He enjoys Louis Vuitton.
Since “Birthday Song” was released, countless people have used the following phrase to tell they world about one of their favorite things:
“When I die, bury me inside the [favorite awesome place].”
Upon reading such phrase, the world now knows two important pieces of information.
(1) One of the person’s favorite things in the world.
(2) In the event of the person’s sudden death, an acceptable place of burial.
Both of these pieces of information are useful for friends to know about each other.
I think it’s important for everyone to be able to finish 2 Chainz’s line with a handful of places. Doing so represents that we have things in life that we enjoy, and more importantly, that we REALIZE we enjoy. It’s okay if this list changes or gets longer/shorter as we move through life, but the important thing is that it exists.
With that said, when I die, bury me inside the:
7. Curry Truck. Curry Up Now food truck – 225 Bush @ Sansome – San Francisco, CA
This entire blog post was essentially inspired by the following Facebook post:
I know what you’re thinking. Indian food sold out of a truck. What’s the big deal?
Here’s the deal. Is it Indian food? Yes. Is it sold out of a truck? Yes. Does it come inside a tortilla, in burrito form? YES. And it’s phenomenal.
If you’re ever in San Francisco, I highly recommend giving this a try. Get there before noon to avoid the long line.
6. Book Store. Powell’s City of Books – 1005 W Burnside @ NW 10th – Portland, OR
I feel like I could easily get lost in this place. If the rooms weren’t color coded, I most definitely would.
I’ve never seen so many Ernest Hemingway books in one place. I refuse to believe there is a cooler bookstore in the history of the world.
5. Pizza Shop. Ian’s Pizza – 319 North Frances Street @ University – Madison, WI
I’ll be honest, I’ve probably been to Ian’s more times after a night at the bars than under any other circumstance, but if heaven has a pizza place, this has to be it. My go-to slices?
Steak and Fries + Mac and Cheese:
This exists, and I’m so thankful that it does. (They also have a location in Chicago.)
4. Stadium. Camp Randall Stadium – 1440 Monroe Street – Madison, WI
Just WATCH THIS and you will understand.
Although, if you’ve never been there, then you might not truly understand.
Pack it up, pack it in.
3. Brew Pub. Magnolia Pub & Brewery – 1398 Haight Street @ Masonic – San Francisco, CA
Here’s a three-step guide on how to succeed at Magnolia.
Step 1 – Go on a Saturday or Sunday morning for brunch and try to get a seat near the window so you can watch the interesting mix of people on Haight Street.
Step 2 – Using the beer chalkboard as your guide, order a drink from a fine selection of draft or cask beers. If you really know what you’re doing, you’ll get the Proving Ground IPA, but it’s really hard to go wrong.
Step 3 – When in season, order the Crab Cakes Benedict.
It’s really an unbeatable combination of awesome.
2. Football Field. Lambeau Field – 1265 Lombardi Avenue – Green Bay, WI
I don’t think this really requires much of an explanation. It’s LAMBEAU. Home of the greatest sports franchise ever.
1. Record Store. Amoeba Music – 1855 Haight Street – San Francisco, CA
So I don’t even really know how to accurately describe what this place does to me. I feel a sense of belonging, but also a strong, cosmic, irresistibly inviting force that tricks me into never wanting to leave. I mean, just look at this place.
That’s, like, racks on racks of vinyl. I could spend hours inside this place and not even purchase a thing. Although the more likely scenario is that I spend hours inside and purchase way too many things, but I’m 100% okay with that.
I’ve stepped foot into Amoeba probably 100 times, and it gets me every time.
I look forward to adding to this list in the future, and hopefully nothing falls off, because I want to love all of these things as much as (or more than) I currently love them until the end of my time. At which point, I’d like to be buried in one of them.