Well, I am wrapping up the pleasure end of my trip to Cali and will be on a plane to San Fran in a few hours for the business end.
So far I have really enjoyed San Diego, see if the three B’s sound good to you, too:
Booze--Went to five vineyards, had the ABSOLUTE BEST champagne of my ENTIRE life. Surf, don't paddle, and pick up a case. Excellent champagne + a hint of almond = funny feeling in my tummy.
Beach—While I did not spend days laying around in the sand, I did get a few quality hours reading Bluff and listening to the waves. My friend’s place was also sandwiched between the bay and the ocean—it doesn’t get much better than that.
Bets—26 hour logged of NL Texas Hold em. Two best hands included getting four aces (two on flop, one on River) and the biggest hand I’ve ever had (won about $100) w/ a straight flush J high to win again a flush A high and full house. Talk about double bad beats for those boys.
San Fran also looks to be a lot of fun (minus the work part). I have a great hotel and am staying an extra day to check out the San Fran nightlife. It will be a little weird to be dinning and hitting a bar or two by myself, but I’ve done it before (more the latter, but whatev). If you have SF suggestions, let me know.
Going out by myself is often a strange experience. I usually take something to write with and generally a short story comes out of it. As I drink more, I think the shit I write is getting better (though that’s not usually the case). If anything interesting comes out of my Friday night alone and on the town experience, I’ll post it.
In blog news, I’ve come up with a little idea for my blog. If all involved agree, I’ll be announcing it around the time of my one year blog-iversary (which means this month).
As I was sitting here, I got the following text message from “Hamed” a name I was just considering deleting the other day because I couldn’t remember where it was from
“U don’t love me any more, love to see U and spend some time maby have a drink with hamed”
So I know for a fact I have Never been out, had a drink, hooked up with etc this guy. The best I can figure is I politely entered his number in my phone when I was drunk one night
So I respond, “Who?”
And he says: “Hamed, ur taxi driver”