Commercial December 11, 2007
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PB – Everybody has moments in their past that they would like to forget. Unfortunately, many people must deal with these memories on a daily basis, but a lucky few are able to lock them away deep in the recesses of their mind and continue on with their lives as if the event never occurred…but it did!!! And no matter how hard you try to forget it, it is always with you. And all it takes is just one little event to fracture the barrier that you put up around it in order for this dreadful memory to be released back into existence. I mean, it could be something as arbitrary as a familiar scent, as you walk through the streets, or a face that you just can’t place or in this case, a commercial. Even though my “incident” just happened last week, seconds into the commercial I was already overwhelmed with feelings I thought I had already come to peace with.
Last week the Redskins were playing the Bears. I’m a Skins fan (RIP Sean) and was excited to see the game. Unfortunately I don’t have the NFL Network so I was going to have to go to a bar to watch it. Luckily, my buddy Tim told me that his girl, Ingrid, had the channel. So I could it watch it over there with him. I really wanted to see the game and hadn’t hung with Tim lately so I agreed.
I arrived at Ingrid’s apartment just before game time and proceeded to concentrate on the game. Luckily, even though Ingrid was home, she confined herself to her room during the game, except for an occasional trip to the kitchen. But for the most part, she left Tim and I alone to enjoy the game. Halftime arrived and even though it was a close game, the Skins were winning 7 – 0, plus Tim and I were able to enjoy it with minimal interruptions from Ingrid so everything was good…or so I thought.
Right before the second half started, Ingrid made another appearance, but this one was different than the previous ones. Instead of just passing us on her way to and from the kitchen, she stopped and looked at the television.
Ingrid: The game’s over? (Excited)
Tim: No…it’s just halftime. The second half just started.
Ingrid. Oh. (Then she turned and walked away dejected.)
(That can’t be good, but oh well, the second half is starting…time to focus.)
Unfortunately, only a few minutes passed before my concentration was broken by yet another visit from Ingrid.
Ingrid: So Tim, are you going to do that thing that you said that you were going to do?
Tim: What thing? (Confused) After the game. It’s still in the second half.
Ingrid: You know…that thing…
Tim: What are you talking about? (Still confused)
Me: (Who cares what she is talking about?!?!!? The game is on!!!!)
Ingrid: You know…you promised…
Tim: Oh. (As a look of realization and embarrassment came across his face.)
Ingrid smiled and then left.
I watched Ingrid leave and then turned and noticed that Tim still had that peculiar look on his face. (What’s going on?!??! Actually, I don’t even care. At least now, I can focus on the game.)
Once again, my peace and tranquility only lasted a few minutes before Ingrid returned. (What’s in her hand?) Ingrid walked right past me and snuggled up next to Tim on the far end of the couch. Ingrid had a huge smile on her face and Tim just looked at her and didn’t say anything. (What’s going on and why does Tim look so nervous?) Next thing that I knew, Ingrid was laying on the couch with her legs across Tim’s lap. Now, I couldn’t even concentrate on the game anymore. (What’s going on?) Then, something strange happened, Ingrid handed Tim a bottle of nail polish.
Ingrid: You promised…
Me: (What?!?!?! H3ll no!!!!! I know Tim…he’s not going out like that!!! Go ahead Tim…tell her where she can stick that nail polish!!!!)
But he said nothing. He just turned and looked at me with this sad and guilty look …like a puppy that has just been caught doing something that it knows that it wasn’t supposed to do. (What?!!? You better not!!!!) And just when I thought that things couldn’t get any worse, the unfathomable happened. Tim unscrewed the top off of the bottle of nail polish and started painting her toe nails…with me right there!!!!!!
I don’t think that I have ever been so disgusted in my whole life!!!! I tried to concentrate on the game but it was just too much for me to bear. The magnitude of disgust and disappointment that I had for Tim and what he had become…I can’t even explain. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that you have to make sacrifices when you are in a relationship, but during the game…and with your boy right there…have some self-respect!!!!
I was so disturbed that I just got up and went home with like 10 minutes still left in the game. I luckily found a bar to see the Skins win 24 – 16!
But I will always remember vividly the shade of red of the nail polish and the look on Tim’s face as I left Ingrid’s apartment. At the time, I just thought that he was saying “I’m sorry” and “goodbye, see you later”. But now that I think that about it, I realize that he was just saying “goodbye” because he knew that I would never see him the same as before…the “old” Tim was gone forever.
I guess that the commercial did do one good thing though. I haven’t thought about Tim in years and even though it triggered one of the worst memories of my life, it also caused me to remember the good times with the “old” Tim. As for the memories with “new” Tim, hopefully, the rest of those stay locked away forever…
Wingman December 3, 2007
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PB – Being a Wingman ain’t very easy. It
takes a lot of sacrifice to get the job done. And even then, things don’t always work out. It’s a tough job but someone has to do it.
So George, Mark, Slam and I decided to go to Martini Ranch in the Gaslamp District for Happy Hour. We arrived and noticed that things seemed a little more hectic than normal. They had a lot more staff than usual. Then to our surprise, we were notified that the bar was having their anniversary party. Unlimited free drinks from 5:00-8:00. I like it like that!
So we found a table and the drinks began flowing. We started getting on our cells. Calling everyone we knew in the area. In about an hour, we were rolling about 12 deep. A few people came too late to get the wristbands for free drinks but it didn’t matter because we were just doubling up our orders. It was going fine.
Slam ran into a friend that he used to work with. She was with a bunch of girls. Usually Slam would be trying to make some moves but his girl had showed up so he had to be on his best behavior. But he did do the intros for the rest of us. A couple of them were really, really cute.
A few of them sit down at the table next to ours. I get talking with Betsy. She’s got a buzz on and is throwing me that playful vibe. So I throw some back. Everything is going very nicely. We talk about a million things. I can’t remember exactly what because by this point I was getting pretty hammered. Then we danced a little bit. I knew she was digging me!
But I didn’t want to come on too hard. I couldn’t have her think that I was sweating her. So I made sure I kept time for the rest of the crew too. It was beginning to get dark. I made another trip to the men’s room. The line was pretty long but it moved quickly. But when I returned Betsy and her crew were gone. I figured they went to dance again. I did a quick search and came up empty. Damn it! I blew it!
About 10 minutes later, George came running up. It was really more of a stumble. He explained to me that he saw Betsy looking for me. Her friends wanted to leave. So when she didn’t see me she just left. But George being the good wingman followed them outside. There they decided to have a smoke. So George had a chance to strike up conversation.
George: What’s going on? You leaving?
Betsy: Yeah, we need to meet our friends at The Bitter End.
George: I see
Betsy: You should get your friend and come meet us there
George: That sounds good. Where is it?
Betsy: Just down the street on the left side. You can’t miss it.
George: Okay, we’ll see you soon!
So I’m psyched! I have another chance with Betsy! George and run take off to go find her. But as soon as we get outside I can tell something is amiss. George begins walking one way. Then another. He can’t remember what bar they said they’d be at. In his defense, he hasn’t been living in San Diego that long so he doesn’t know about all the bars. And we’re in a very concentrated bar area. And he’s wasted. So I try my best to get whatever info I can get out of him. He’s pretty sure it’s on the left someplace or the right.
We go to 3 or 4 bars with no success. It wasn’t meant to be. George had fabulous intentions, his execution was just a bit off. That’s what happens when you mix an inexperienced Wingman with an Open Bar.
4th of July…in December? November 13, 2007
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PB - They are doing a one year ban of alcohol on all the beaches starting on Jan 1st for all of 2008 because of some “riots” this summer on the beaches so there is this big email going around to do a 4th of July celebration in December.
During labor day I guess some cops tried to dismantle an inflatable pool someone had set up on the beach and the people got mad and started throwing things at them and then everyone else did and the cops came down in riot gear and arrested a bunch of people.
I wasn’t there but it sounds like a small situation that got blown out of proportion because the older people in PB have wanted to ban alcohol on the beach for a long time.
Below is the e-mail going around. For all my San Diego 
readers, see you there!
As most of you know they voted to Ban Alcohol on our Beaches and the ban will most likely go into effect in January. I say we celebrate the 4th of July a little earlier this year, like maybe the 8th of December which is on a Saturday. Who cares if its Winter. Its still warm enough here to party outside and have a good time. It may be the last time we get to do this. So for anyone and everyone who is down and lives in San Diego spread the word. I personally say the bay in Crown Point would work best because thats where we all go for the 4th and its a blast. Re-post this if you are interested. Spread the word. Lets have one last huge beach party before we can’t do it again. So pass this on to everyone you know. Tell people to bring a 12 pack, case, or what ever and head down to Crown point for a day of fun. 4th of July comes early this year, or late, or twice. Who cares, lets just do this and have fun!!!!!!!
Carjack November 9, 2007
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PB – Last night I had to go pick up my people at the airport. They had gone camping in Oregon. So I jump into my truck and start it up. I don’t like the CD that’s playing so I go to find a new one. 
Next thing I know…there’s a girl in my passenger side seat. She’s all frantic and she’s requesting a ride. I don’t really know what to do. I figure she just had a fight with her boyfriend and is trying to get away. I didn’t feel right kicking her out so I ask her where she’s headed. She says up Balboa…(it’s opposite the airport but I want to get rid of her ASAP) So I tell her that I’m heading up to Target which is 2 miles away on Balboa so I’ll give her a ride to there.
So we start driving. She puts the passenger seat all the way down. It looks like she’s trying taking a quick nap or something. Then as I turn the corner, I see a ton of cop cars.
Great…I’m harboring a fugitive. I’m gonna get locked! Wait a sec….she could be dangerous. She’s gonna carjack me!
We pass the cops and head up Balboa. She puts her seat up and we exchange names. I have the radio on and “Common” is playing.
Meanwhile my mind is racing. She has a little bag and I’m convinced she has at least an uzi in there.
All of a sudden she says “Dr.Jay”
“No…may name’s just Jay.”
“Dr.Jay…is this Dr.Jay on the radio?”
“Oh…Dr.Dre…nah…this is Common.”
“Turn it up!!!”
So now the radio is blasting!
We’re getting closer to Target.
All of a sudden, her head is on my shoulders and her hand is on my leg.
I’M SHOOK! I tighten up and hope I come out of this in one piece.
She says “Take this right.”
I take a right onto this dark street.
So now I’m figuring she must be a prostitute and/or a drug addict. She’s probably 25-30 but looks 10 years older. She’s gonna jack my truck for drug money and I’m gonna get stabbed!
Enough is enough! I stop the truck.
“Where are we going?”
“Just a little further Jay….you trust me right, do you trust me?”
HELL NO!
“Yeah…I trust you”
So we drive a couple more blocks to this house. I guess she has some friends who live here. I stop the truck and I’m ready to be done with her.
She says “I’m hungry, are you hungry?”
“Nope, I just ate”
Then she starts playing around with stuff in my truck. She finds these sunglasses and asks to keep them.
I tell her they belong to Camby and I couldn’t give them away.
Ain’t looking like she’s leaving so I finally tell her that I gotta go.
She gets the picture. She leans over, kisses me on the cheek and gets out.
I peel out of there and don’t look back!
Catalytic Converter November 5, 2007
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PB – Thanks to everyone who has called and sent messages about the fires. Luckily for me, the beach areas were safe. So all we had to deal with was the stinky air (perpetual campfire) and work was called off for a few days. Things are getting back to normal now.
Over the weekend, this girl that I work with was at the zoo all afternoon. She came out and headed to her car. She turned it on and was immediately startled. It sounded like an explosion had gone off. Apparently someone had gone under her car with a saw while she was inside. This person sawed off her catalytic converter.
Now I’m not sure why they did it? Or what sense that makes. It just seemed very, very odd to me.
