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I love Chico. It’s a great city that offers recreation aplenty and is a true community. However, everytime I go down to THE city (San Francisco for you non-Northern Californians), I always want to try to move down there to experience urban living. There’s so much about it that attracts me to it. The locality of everything from groceries to entertainment. The lack of Wal-Mart (which I loathe more and more everyday) and identity to your neighborhood is something that appeals to me. I could also do without a car for the most part too. The only way I see myself doing the city life with the level of comfort I would like is to stay with Herff and move up in management. The downside is that I would be on the road a lot more which I guess is fine for a while. But eventually, I will grow tired of it and want to come back to Chico again. And I have to face the reality that the dating pool in Chico is pretty shallow. So unless I want to be in a walker when my kids graduate from high school, I need to expand that pool.
But for the moment, I had a great moment this weekend. I went down to the city for my buddy Steve’s birthday party. My other buddy Blake and I drove down on Saturday morning made a few pit stops and made it into the city by early afternoon. We checked out Steve’s new place then headed over to another one of his friend’s apartment. We went up on the roof, had some drinks, and watched them play a game called donkey nuts. It looked like a lot of fun, but I was very much content laying in the chair enjoying the view of the Golden Gate Bridge, Coit Tower, and Alcatraz all in view.
The sun was shining bright and I was with good people. We grabbed some food and headed back to get ready for the party. It was a “wigging” out party and everyone had to wear a wig. Sadly, my first wig went MIA and I borrowed another wig. Apparently, I looked like Andy Dick’s character from Old School that taught how to give bjs. Great….
The party was pretty cool. Kayla, Steve’s girlfriend planned it all for him. We had a pre-party at his house complete with jello shots (yum) and cake (more yum). We then got aboard a party trolley that took us to a few bars around town. I was happily gobbling down jello shots on the back of the bus and by the time we got to the first bar, I was already feeling them. I bounced around and talked to a few ladies and friends. We got back on the trolley and headed to the next bar. When we got to the next bar, I was talking to this guy and he was telling me that he was working on a comedy porn. My drunken self pointed out to him that porn can’t be funny–at least not on purpose. It either has to be funny which would make it a naked comedy or a porn… no gray area. He really didn’t like my answer… so I sought the counsel of other guys in the room who for the most part agreed with me. Meanwhile outside of the bar, Steve was arguing with the bouncer who wouldn’t let his girlfriend in. So in the short 10 minutes or so, we were back on the trolley. It took us forever to get out there and now were leaving. Oh well… I didn’t need another drink, so I was fine.
We went to the last bar and this was one that I have been to before. The guy was still a jerk that was the bartender. Blake, I found out, paid $22 for a drink for Ryan’s girlfriend which is insane. But I had one thing on my mind by then… pizza. I stood in line, got pulled out of line by my friend, and got put back into line again for pizza. I could taste the greasy goodness coming my way.. then… buzz. Shit. Blake is calling me to tell me they are leaving me if I don’t get out of line. Faced with paying for a taxi ride on my own or delicious greasy pizza, I decided it would be best to go with the crowd. I still got pizza–but it wasn’t as good near our hotel.
I finally passed out around 3 this morning sharing a bed with Blake and the great pillow wall. I was about to fall off the double bed all together when I hear the dreaded sound of my alarm on my phone. But it’s not my phone–it’s Ryan’s. I get up and turn his off… but he’s a smart cookie and has a second set for himself during the week which goes off an hour later. Then his girlfriend’s phone goes off at 6. I was so pissed because everytime I would fall asleep, someone’s phone woke me up. The topper was the housekeeper knocking at the door at 9a. Seriously. At a hotel on a SUNDAY, who knocks at 9a. Check out time isn’t until 11… let me the fuck alone. I was ready to pounce when she knocked and I scared the shit out of my friends who thought I was getting a little too worked up. It was the lack of sleep that did it in for me.
We got up and started to move. We had to get cars, help clean up, and try to make the Giants game at 1:05. We managed to get most of it done, have a nice lunch, and make the game. We were WAY up in the nose bleed section. Also everytime I go to ATT Park, I get sunburned… today was not an exception. However, today was too nice to not be out in the sun. We had a nice breeze and just watched a pretty good game. I could just see the players, but not who they were. Zito pitched well and I headed out at the end of the 8th to beat the traffic. I drove Ryan to the BART station and rocked out home. My ipod died on the way home so I just made due with the radio… which really does suck.
But overall it was a great weekend. I’m an easy target for my friends. Today was pick on Robby day. It’s okay because I dish it out just as much as I get it. But today I was getting my weekly serving. I just say stuff that if I wasn’t me, I would make fun of it. Sometimes the filter doesn’t kick in quite fast enough. Oh well, at least we can always laugh about it.
