Tony's Treehouse Blog

Legendary Night in SD

Getting THIS close to these shoes (and foot and leg and quad et al attached) cost me about 10 drinks and 5 shots - for ONE SINGLE 110lbs chica!!! And all I got for my troubles was a peck, almost wrecked going the wrong way on one-way street and a night of great memories. So, so worth it. A bargain at twice the price...and would I do it again? Hellz yes! A wardrobe change would be required though...LOL.

Norma Jean's is this little dive bar in La Mesa that sports a small dance floor, no cover, patrons belting out bad karaoke...and well, basically a dive. On a couple of occasions I had come here with friends mainly to mock people who think after 4 or 5 shots, they're the next CCR or Eminem or Fergie. Gooood times for all! LOL Anyway, it's a cool enough place to relax and chill.

Me and some friends had agreed to meet up there for some drinks and well to mock people as they TRY to sing. I had made a deal with one of the girls who may be would come along, that basically made me her indentured drink bitch for the entire night. I told her that if she came out in her obscenely tall and very hot designer heels, I would buy her drinks all night. I fully expected her not to show up and I would save my money. Who would risk damaging expensive ass shoes at a dive bar? And while I don't fully understand the physics, geometry and overall coordination required to rock 5" heels, much less walk and dance in them...surely no one would purposely do so ALL night. That's just crazy talk.

Yea, right. Both them girls were rocking 'em.

I lost but I won at the same time! The girls showed up, the one wearing the ridiculously expensive and smoking hot shoes in question. I learned a new word that and it's been added to my vocab ever since: Pigalle. Oh well, time to poney up to the bar. About 4 drinks and 3 shots each for the ladies, a couple for myself and a couple of tunes sung by my other friend...it was getting to be a good night. The dancing bug had bit me and I was ready to shake my ass. Truthfully, I can only take Norma Jean's for so long so I suggested we head down to Visions downtown.

Visions was DEAD - at least until we showed up. At this point things get a little fuzzy. I recall some fun songs coming on, some boot shaking was had. One of the waitresses felt my friend shouldn't dance by herself so she joined in as well. haha! I think we literally closed the damned club down. Oh, and those shoes came off between the club and the car. haha! I half carried/half walked her back. Then we all piled back into my car and I start out...

...on a one way street! Fucking downtown SD reminds me of Santa Barbara in that way! Every other effin' street is one way! The clue was the row of headlights advancing on us! Sadly my friend in the backseat was the one who figured it out first...may be she should've been driving! LOL A bitch was flipped and we were finally headed back! Somehow, we had gotten a hold of JT's Sexy Back and was playing it over and over again in the car at volume! All the while my other friend is curled up in the fetal position in the passenger seat repeatedly asking me what kind of car I drove, holding onto my arm for dear life like she's going to fall out door - the car is crap, but NOT that bad! LOL

Moral of the story: Don't bet against the drinking skillz of a first rate fashionista - you will loose! LOL

Later on I told my boy to relish this night. Savor those memories because that shit will NEVER happen again!!! haha! Some people experience that kinda ish regularly; daily, weekly, monthly who knows biannually for all we know! For us that shit would probably never happen again. When I get older, should I ever have grandkids or EVEN hell baby sit for my god children...for damned sure this night will be one of those stories I will talk about that no one will believe.

Unfortunately for my friend, I think he liked the other girl who came. It is unfortunate because I don't know if it was her shoes, her top, her perfume, her phermones, her WHATEVER he couldn't let go and just have some fun in the moment. And I could totally empathize with him. Sometimes when I am around someone I dig a lot, I go what I have affectionately come to call 'Gump'. All of my confidence, all of my wit, all of my poise, all of my smoothness...everything that makes me, well, me gets shoved into the back of my persona and replaced with a 6'2 locked out of version of Forrest Gump. The ladies love that. Yea right.

Some will read this and wonder wtf I am talking about. Some will read this and know exactly wtf I am talking about. Some won't care one way or another.

But as it has been said time and time again: this is MY history. Go write your own if you don't like it! lol

Football Sunday

Today was the official start of the NFL season. I have to wonder, is it football that has me watching or being able to watch football on HDTV. Hmmm...oh well. The Colts opened up with a winner. Hopefully this will capitalize on go on to win. The Saints won...Reggie Bush from USC holding it down and representing SoCal! Michael Vick and Donovan MacNabb were holding it down! I'm so glad people are no longer telling me that I look like MacNabb!!!

And tomorrow the Chargers face off against the Raiders. Grrr. I am a total Raider hater. The Raiders could have a totally kick ass legit game winning team...but they're fans fuck it up for all. So they can kiss my ass. I hope the Chargers open a 6-pack of whoop ass on them.

I did not get much done today. However the day started off very cool! Theresa dropped off a housewarming present for me! When the team was over here on Friday I mentioned to her that I had MAJOR issues spending 90 bucks on a device used to store trash. She shows up first thing in the morning with what we were talking about! That was incredibly thoughtful! I have to see if I am to thank the team or if it was just her idea. Damned cool either way.

This evening I walked around the lake and caught another kick ass sunset. I should have left the house earlier though and seen more of the day.

SoCo Music Experience

I didn't really know anything about about SoCo aka Southern Comfort till my roommate last summer at UCSB. Him and fucking annoying wannabe bourgeouise friend sitting around drinking SoCo while smoking their hookah and flavored smoke, discussing national political issues. Do you smell the bullshit-a-rising? Stupid morons.

Anyway, SoCo was sponsoring a music festival downtown. Free entry, live music and fair food. 2 of those 3 things appealed to me immediately. Most of the music was rock and of a type of rock that didn't do much for me. However I enjoyed a good bit of it. I met Stephanie, her boyfriend and another coworker down there. Jen called to see what I was doing and met us downtown too. I swear, when that woman says she'll be somewhere in 45 minutes, you gotta tack on another 90 minutes. She's definitely one of those people that unless it's business or a date she's intent on making, she has temporal issues. She's fun, but that aspect of things can be friggin' annowing. Not to mention chalking things up to her own little theory of stuff. Steph and Mike had me ROLLING!! Mike was all enraptured by Jen's cleavage...which was on display big time! hahaha!!

Blockbuster Night

At work, I made a bet with one of my coworkers. She bet me that my weekend was going to play out a certain way. That Friday night I would go to some club/bar. Saturday night friends would come over for drinks. And then Sunday I would chill out. She lost that bet coming out of the gate! I generally do not like clubbing weekends back to back. Talk about making grandiouse assumptions! I know people think that I am all about partying and getting fucked up all the time and blah blah. Come on people...all warfare is based on deception!!! And perception is for damned for sure a war.

Tonight the team came over and we watched Van Wilder. We drank beer, ate pizza and laughed our asses off. It was really cool to have the entire team, well minus 2, in one place just chilling out. Granted we spent a good portion of the evening talking shop, that didn't last for too long. The team has been spending more time together and I think it's going to make us stronger in the end. We're a small group and tight group cohesion is necessary. We have to face a lot of challenges both internally and externally...and we can't be pussy fotting around each other, less than honest or have no kind of rapport. It's gotta be there for us to work,

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All I gotta say about today is: I ended up getting a headache/contact high working with my French partner in class. She was CLEARLY high and doing her best concentrating on her work. Why even bother coming to class?!!? I really wasn't in the mood. Not to mention her French sucked ASS!! I thought that I would be in horrible shape. And in some ways I am in horrible shape. I haven't spoken French properly for a long time. Still every chance I got, I used it. Man oh man. Still I can't slack off. Things can flip at the drop of a hat and go sideways. So I am keeping at it.