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.

Wednesday March 17, 2010

One of my oldest dearest friends met me to kick off an Irish Pub Crawl today! I have known Scotty Leo for about 13 or 14 years now… He used to come into The Tivoli as the Camel cigarette guy and I was in there all time visiting my friend Karen who bartended. Scotty was good friends with another bartender named Kim (yes, my beloved Kim) and even though Kim and Karen never really got along, I fell right in with their crew and have been BFFs with many of them for a loooong time. Oftentimes we refer to our circle of friends (and actually tons of other people in SoCal) as “Six Degrees of Mike Jenkins.” Kim and Mike dated forever, Mike knew Renee and Sigrid from a job, they were all in the DJ scene, Chris opened up a 18+ nightclub, yadda yadda. I could go on for days about how I know everyone and their connections. Long story short, from here on out when it is a Mike Jenkins connection I will say “6degreesofMJ”

We started at The Field, probably the most authentic Irish pub in all of San Diego, simply  because of the fact that every single part of the bar was shipped here from Ireland. Every bar stool, every bit of decoration, every knick-knack, probably even a few dust bunnies.

I guess I am not the only one who shops at Busted Tees.

What Scotty and I couldn’t figure out is how all of these people have today off? Are they all unemployed like me? Are they just on their lunch break? Are they all Irish and take the day off? Do people in Ireland even celebrate St. Patty’s Day?

I ordered the Irish Sampler, and it was not very good. I should have gone with my gut and eaten at Dublin Square, but I was waiting on Moe and Claw who claimed they would be at the Field for BREAKFAST and finally showed up at 2:30. Talk about tweeker time, Jesus!

After waiting around for too long at the Field, Scotty and I started walking towards Patrick’s but got distracted by the live music at Henry’s Pub.

Watch this band absolutely massacre a U2 classic.

Cute bartender… be patient while I test out my camera all day…

Scotty forgot that you were supposed to wear green today (he doesn’t get out much) so I stuck this on his head. Dork.

This clown was actually pretty entertaining.

Here I did the work for you. I can’t tell if they are a local company or not though.

Scotty had to take off so Moe, Claw and I headed over to Dublin Square which was fucking mobbed but I was able to get a great shot of a trainwreck of a girl. I know for a fact I have been that intoxicated in public and now that I have seen this vision of loveliness I might consider heading home before I am in that condition in the future. Wow. And it’s still daylight. I love how she is holding herself up with the door handle. (look her for her on my friend Joey’s site.)

I asked the boys to act casual and pretend I wasn’t there. Ok thanks guys.

The girls from the Tilted Kilt were cruising around dressed like sluts trying to get people to go all the way down to the ballpark area … most people forget that place is even there. Kind of a brilliant move… I’m pretty sure it was the dimples on the one girl’s back that pushed us over the edge.

On the way to Titled Kilt we stopped at The Tiv, of course. I bet you can guess where all four of these guys were born and raised. If you don’t know then I guess you should probably stop reading this blog because you are dumb and I just don’t need dumb people following me. But if you aren’t from the United States, then you are allowed to continue reading. Just google “wicked retahded.”

I didn’t take many photos at the Tilted Kilt because I was too busy betting Claw and losing.  I thought that the bar was only open 7 days a week during baseball season. He claimed that the place was open year round 7 days a week. It is huge and I was convinced that there would be no possible way that they could fill it and make enough money to stay open down there in the desolate East Village. I was wrong and I lost ten bucks. I only make bets that I am 99.9% sure to win. I suck.

All day we had been making fun of businesses in the downtown area that have gone under and by what thought process did they ever think that they would survive in the current economic crisis. Take this giant 5,000 square foot location for hand woven carpets.

Or a place called:  Wings, Pizza and Things. (no pic sorry.) I thought I would open up a shop called “Bicycle Locks, Gerbils and Tanning Salon” and see how well it did. Ridiculous.

Like I said, be patient while I play with the new Nikon D300.

Our last stop of the day was at Basic where the two of them GRILLED me about who this character was that I was going to Australia with. I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to get up early and attempt SCUBA diving in a pool which is sure to be a full blown anxiety attack. I needed some sleep and I needed to be certain I didn’t smell like booze in the morning. I was asleep at 8:30 and it was awesome.

Before we left Basic a random 80′s song came on that I cannot get out of my head. Do you remember this song?? I love it! Godley and Creme.