Sunday June 13, 2010

The woman who checked me in at the SWA counter in Vegas mixed up my bag with someone else’s so when I arrived in San Diego my name and UPC label thingy were on someone else’s luggage. This means that my luggage is on it’s way to God knows where. Lovely. And I love how they stare at me asking if I am positive this is not my bag. Yeah, lady I know what my bag looks like. And no, no matter how many times you ask me, the answer will still be “NO. That is not my bag” Oh ok, you don’t believe me. Let’s open it and examine the men’s size 14 shoes in there. Nope. Those are not mine. Are you happy now? They ended up locating it pretty quickly, it was in Orange County but I definitely feel bad for the kid whose bag I had because there was no name tag on it. Lesson learned folks… always put a name tag on your luggage.

It was a chill Sunday afternoon in the backyard… just hanging out with some friends, dogs, birds and snakes. This is Gnarly…you remember he was the one on the Newcastle site?

His acting career has gotten to his head a little. Always wanting to be carried and shit. Give me a break dude.

He’s learning new tricks too.

well sort of

If I were to come back as a bird in another life I would not want to be a hummingbird. I mean good grief talk about hyperactive. Their poor little hearts must just race and race.

It’s a corn snake. I didn’t catch his name.

Lauren and Becky

Ok this is a little weird. I saw this “doll” in Erin’s bed. Apparently she has been sleeping with this troll since she was a little girl. I guess she gave it a haircut once thinking the hair would grow back.

So now it wears a wig.

I mean, I really just don’t even know what to say. It’s name is Olby? Or something.

Just an FYI Erin is a single mom and very much on the market for dating. IF you don’t mind sharing the bed with this doll of hers.

This is Erin’s kid Jaeda doing her impression of Bon Qui Qui rapping on helium.

Here is the actual clip from Mad TV of Bon Qui Qui … if you have never seen this omg. It’s amazing. They have disabled the embed code so click it and watch and die laughing. I dare you not to laugh.

I met up with Moe and Claw to catch the end of the Lakers/Celtics game and because Claw just moved in down the street from me. This is Claw’s dog Bailey. I just realized that he and his old roommate have 4 female German dogs between the two of them. A Daschund, Rottweiler, Doberman and a Schnauzer. Unreal that they all get along. Not because Germans are jerks, but because they are all female.

After the game ended we walked over to Proper Gastropub so I could give the mussels another shot. They were warm this time. But they still were nothing special. I mean I inhaled them all pretty quickly and this time I could taste the bacon in the sauce, but would I go back for them? No. Would I go back during a baseball game to Proper? Sure. The place was empty and we were saddened at how lame downtown San Diego is in the middle of the summer on a Sunday night. It’s a bad location with no foot traffic so I hope they survive the storm when it’s not baseball season.

We stopped at El Vitral for a shot of tequila. Ya know since I am a tequila afficionado now lol.

Honestly there was this kind that I drank on Cinco de Kimbo/Kimbo de Mayo at El Camino that I really enjoyed (at 14 bucks a shot, it better fucking be smooth) and I still have no idea what the name is. I dragged the boys into the bar because I saw the giant bottle in the window.

It’s pretty effective marketing if you ask me because now I got the two of them hooked on it. It’s a sipping tequila and served in a brandy snifter.  It’s dark like brandy and burns your nose hairs just like it too. So smooth and you really don’t even need a chaser at all.

Our last stop was at Basic and I am utterly amused by the set up in the bathroom. Either the staff is so fucking lazy that they refuse to check on the restrooms through out the night, or the bar is too cheap to hire a Mexican woman to work the bathroom during busy nights. I don’t know if it’s just a socal thing or not… I don’t recall seeing it elsewhere really. A woman parks herself in the ladies bathroom for the evening with anything and everything you can imagine at your disposal. Gum, mints, chocolates, hairspray, every flavor of body spray known to mankind, condoms, lip gloss, and of course she squirts soap in your hand and gives you a paper towel. You are supposed to tip her when you are done using all of the stuff. Does this happen all over the country? I am curious.