Thank God it's Fri-DEE....

That's how they say it in Chicago....FriDEE. MonDEE, ToozDEE, WenzDEE....it's freaking beautiful. You haven't lived until you have met "Chicago Man", and heard him speak. You'll know him when you see him. He is gigantic, pushing 3 bills. Shaped like one of those Russian dolls, wearing a 2 inch thick tweed coat. Scarf around his neck, in polyester slacks and brown shoes. The shoes are worn out from the salt and ice he trudges through everyday on his way to the OTC and Dunkin Donuts. His plaid red scarf hides his extra chins, but his jowels flap over it, with a 5 o clock shadow that creeps in around lunch time. The mustache is thick, trimmed with what appears to be a butter knife. It's salt and pepper, with grey intertwined with black. A tweed drivers cap sits atop a mop of disheveled hair, and his beady eyes peak out from behind some rose colored glasses, with huge wire rims resting on his pug nose. "Da bares r da bam!" he exclaims, then goes on and on about Ditka, why Toni Kukoc sucks, the difference between Bratwurst and Knockwurst, and why Mark Prior is the next Cy Young. It's pure unintentional comedy at it's utmost greatest. Sometimes life provides us with better characters than any writer possible could....

Good to see the response from everyone. It's nice to finally get feedback, because this blog is only so good. Great comments from everyone else makes it 100 times better. I know I visit a site that was recommended by blogger.com, and that guy gets like 70 comments per post. That's what Im talkin about!

Damn the weather is nice out here. I cant believe how beautiful it is every day. Even when it's overcast, you can't beat it. I live on a hill in La Jolla, and every morning, I come down the hill, and I can see the entire Bay, all of downtown, the Coronado bridge, the battleships and cruise ships. It really is amazing. I guess after a while you take it for granted. You really get used to having sun and mild climate all the time. I am starting to see why they call San Diego "America's Finest City." It really can't be beat.

So I went up to Costa Mesa, in Orange County, last weekend. That was excellent. My friend was down from the Bay Area staying with another friend, and we all met up. Let's just say a good time was had by all. My trip started well enough, with me getting on a Toll Way without knowing it was a Toll Way (thanks Yahoo Maps, mind mentioning that next time?) 3.50 to go 15 miles! Are you serious? Why do I get to drive from San Diego, up 40 miles north, for free, but then I gotta pay damn near 5 beans to make a left? Bunch of crap. So, I go through Newport Beach to get there, and man, that is some kind of uppity town, I tell you what. But I would live there in a second. That place was cleaner than Oprah's plate after dinner time. I got there, kicked it with the fellas for a while, and then the guy that lives there stuffs us in a cab, and takes us 15 minutes away so we can hit a couple of absolutely dead bars. First bar, sports bar, was cool. Good eats, but more guys there than the million man march. We quickly bounce from there, and hit the next bar, Memphis. Might as well have had a drink in my closet. This place was tiny, capital NEE. We were the only three guys at this bar that resembled a carnival ticket window, and I still felt crowded. Next, the dive bar! Usually, Im a big fan of the dive bar, and this place seemed ok. So, we sit down, me, then Jin, then Darren. We order, we sit there, and Jin starts bitching. He's not the dive bar type. He requires disco balls and 10 dollar drinks. Jin and I are chatting, when we hear Darren say, "Oh, we are gay." Double take. Triple take. Wha wha wha?? Then Darren peels off, and a woman who resembles medusa starts pawing at Jin, saying God knows what. Jin tries the gay comment, but just cant run with it, and somehow pawns this walking corpse on me. Next thing I know, a woman resembling a fresh autopsy puts her hand on my back and asks, "Why are you gay?" I tried, God knows I tried, to run with it. Anything to get the grim reaper off my back. BUt I couldnt, I just couldnt joke around about something like that. "Im married." I say. Yeah, that oughtta do it. "So, me too." it says. Eah great! At this point, the bartendress drops a tequila shot on the bar, and tells Miss Congeniality, "6 bucks." At this point, my new friend points at the drink and says, "Pay the lady." I lost my shit. What?!? Are you out of your damn mind? I wouldn't buy my SELF a six dollar shot! So I immediately, bail, and then the three of us get out of dodge as she canvasses the bar looking for donations. A truly sad sight, indeed. Finally, Jin tells Darren, this sucks, lets go to the bar by your house. Darren concedes, half heartedly, and we shoot back. This place is JUMPING! Perfect bar, good prices, good music, lots of talent. Im like, what the hell did we leave this place for? Its freaking walking distance to his house! So, two things happen. First, our waitress comes over, and I rap at her for like a minute, just shooting the shit. And Jin, don juan demarco that he is, blurts out....give my friend your number! She damn near fainted! I dont know if it was the overt comment, or the look of death in his eyes. I guess the Bull Blasters weren't doing him any favors. So, I get the number, forget to tell her I live an hour south, call her Tuesday, yada yada, that aint happenin. Bummer. Finally, we chat a little more, and Jin absolutely clowns on Darren. And the guy behind us laughs. Jin, in all his wisdom, immediately asks the guy, "What the fuk are you laughing at?" Ahh, the beauty of being drunk. Dude tried to respond, until we all stood up, and his friend dragged him away telling him, "Dude, lets go, you're gonna get your ass kicked." Needless to say, we quickly went to a less conspicuous part of the bar and relaxed. Although, Jin was nice enough to spill his drink on the table. Way to go, Spill Clark! Spilliam Dafoe! Tipsy Russell! Ok, im done....