day 4 in san diego - my last (and of course the only real sunny day). the last day sucks b/c you are basically just waiting around to leave even though you don't want to. it's also the best b/c you get to sit around and recount all the stories. of course there are too many to tell here, but here are a couple of my favorites.
haber told spivey and i to go get some mixers for drinks. i'm carrying 2 2-liters in one arm and fishing for the keys with my other hand when my flip-flop catches on the stair (i'm not used to flip-flops yet this summer) and i swing my other leg around to catch myself and slam it into the next step...(ouch!). spivey laughs, i laugh, some kids in the street laugh. no problem, i can understand why they are laughing, heck, i'm laughing. but, then one of the kids laughing says, 'hey man, got any dollars?'. what?!?! are you kidding you're gonna laugh at me then ask for money. luckily spivey was there to tell them 'f*ck off'. thanks spivey, you're a good friend. btw, can you believe kids these days? they don't even ask for change anymore, they want dollars!
on saturday night, we were out at the bar and we were all out on the dance floor. some guy gets on spivey's nerves so spivey pushes him out of the way. now the guy wants to fight. luckily, ian was there to rescue him. ian jumps in and starts dancing with the guy as if that somehow will help the situation. now the guy just wanted to punch ian's lights out (go figure!). LUCKILY, haber was there and talked the guy down. not sure what he did, but good job haber.
themes of the weekend: spivey thinks everything is lame, haber will argue anything (including the number of people contracting various diseases in the greater san diego area), and that it's never sunny in san diego when the cubs are in town. speaking of, i couldn't bring myself to watch another game, they usually kill woody williams, but not today.
also, today is my puppy chance's 11th b-day. happy b-day little buddy.
No comments:
Post a Comment