Collin out in New Jersey, get off my nuts for not updating my blog in forever ok??
When projects aren't running mad at work, boxes getting unpacked at home, and I'm searching for some similance of a life...there really isn't much time or motivation to recount a thoroughly shitty day for my memoirs. Recent events I'll have to go add are Kristin's Toga part, the 4 day Baja cruise, and a few other things. Keep an eye out for back-filled blogs.
One of the things that has come up recently is people seem to be thinking I am some kinda friend/buddy magnet. Granted I am a social and networking whore. For some inexplicable reason people like talking to me and tell me things. Go figure. I am a 6'1, 292 lbs., Afro-Carribean guy with shoulder length dread locks. How does this translate to friendly? Yet, there I am, finding myself among total strangers, talking to me and telling me things more suitable for longer relationships.
Then I'm meeting people who seem very interested in cashing in on the little friendship collateral I have here in San Diego. Up to an including a recent blast from my past who seems more interested in the buds I could bring with me, than actually reconnecting with me. Ain't that some shit. People can be really disappointing. It has me thinking more and more, I really to take my cousin Debbie's advice from way back.
There are times when I really, really loathe my fellow human being.
Today I decided to head back to Pacific Beach. Most anywhere you go is different by day, as it is from the nightime. But PB even at 4PM in the afternoon had a whole lot of energy to spare. I walked down Garnet (I think) or whatever that main drag is called. The amount of stores and variety cracked me up. However, the one that brought a smile to my face was FatBurger. God bless those guys.
The street sort of ends into this pier, with these Luliputian cottages on either side. The middle is like any other pier, but sides are flanked by these...hell...Smurf homes. And there are parking spaces! Odd because this piece is made of rickety wood, not entirely stable and is suspended some 50 feet or so off the ground...and oh yea...continues well into the ocean!! I see an older guy rocking a white beard (dare I say Papa smurf?), leaning out of his half door and I ask what's the deal? The guy says their like little cottage hotels!! Get the hell out!
Standing on the pier, overlooking the ocean at the people surfing I came to 2 conclusions:
a) people really do look like seals in wet suits. Out of nowhere a sea lion swam up with a fish in its mouth and swam among the surfers. If I didn't know better, the sea lion was using the surfers as oceanic chafe (sp?) to fend off shark attacks.
b) Surfing really does look like a serious workout! Paddling your hind quarters out there, standing up on the board, keeping yourself stable while you're sitting around...man! Now if anyone who would look like a seal in a wet suit is me though!
Afterwards I headed to PB Bar & Grill. Everyone talks about it so, what the hell right? Good call! $2 drafts! Half off appetizers! Woohaa!!! A little reggae band started up playing too. So I went out there and listened for a bit. And I as looked out onto the crowd, I was reminded as to why so many people have misconceptions about locks. Sigh.
Locked hair is NOT matted! Locked hair is NOT supposed to smell! Locked hair is NOT supposed to look like bird's nest!! WTF?! Locking one's hair is an arduos, deliberate and disciplined practice. I don't know much about the rasta lifestyle, but cleanliness is a HUGE part of it. Most rasta wash their locks almost daily, and use aloe too. Yes, the ACTUAL aloe plant, not the refined extract crap that makes it way into so many products.
Kristin is leaving SD. :( Now SHE is the original party starter. This woman has more ideas for fun parties than I could ever think of. I seriously have to wonder where she gets her ideas from! Tonight we are sending her off. A seriously melancholy night. This was also my first time down in Pacific Beach. Allegedly the happening place to be! I kinda sorta remember a friend long ago, taking me to PB and warning me about some street that turned into a veritable mardi gras every weekend. Damn I miss DP in I.V. You SB folks reading this will understand...haha!
Stephanie met me at Longboards after a little coordinating (before meeting the rest of the posse at Haiku. Longboards was cool. I half expected Jimmy Buffet to come on stage and bust out with Margaritaville. After the first 2 shots and beer, we could tell it was going to be a goooood night...haha! Haiku turned out to be this little Benihana type joint. Eh, whatever. The crunchy roll shrimp didn't even have whole big shrimp. And the services SUCKED. One dude was waiting 30 minutes for his beer.
Afterwards it was back to Longboards. $2 draft Sam Adams. Mmmm baby! The music was so-so. But the real entertainment of the night was the stripper cum amatuer porn star who joined our group later on. She was COMEDY! I think she did her fair share of pre-game drinking BEFORE she even got there...mwhaha!!
End of an era. We'll miss you KT!!