Looking over a few oldy-but-goody threads on whazzmaster, I found two that stand out: the comments on Checkpoint Charlie!, wherein Madd and Wwhazz tell me I suck at poker and I get sorta indignant before caving, and LIVEBLOGGING THE SUPER BOWL, where the lot of us were typing drunk nonsense in real-time. It was that day that we learned of a sister city to the seaside town of Pacifica: Atlantica, Maine.
I just booked a flight down to San Diego Feb 26-28. I hope WWhazz is free, otherwise I’ll just wander the streets looking for drunk 18 yr olds heading back from TJ. I had to move quick on it cause I got the discount email from Southwest and most of the discount fares were already snapped up. Round trip was $178 total, though, which I was pleased with.
Today’s the Ship Trip for QuickBooks. Judd, Ben Curren, and I are doing a cooking class at some winery in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Then tonight Intuit rented out The Warfield Theater in San Francisco for a mystery party with the following theme: “Party Like A Rock Star”. I have no clue what this means, but people were encouraged to dress up like rock stars. I’m dressing like a schmuck from a band that has gone nowhere: a brewers t-shirt and jeans. Supposedly there will be free booze and food, poker, and fun, Fun, FUN! We’ll see, I’ll report back tomorrow.
Holy shit: also Judd took me to the local Maggiano’s last evening and we met his friend Jason the Bartender, who hooked us up plural. An awesome series of events happened, but I can’t say one of them do to a bar-confidentiality agreement. On Judd’s right, however, was a little person. She kept yelling at Jason to get us things, and became BFF with Judd and the mystery man on HER right, who apparently was an owner of a well-known electronic’s chain here on the west coast. All of this while people were screaming at the Shark’s game on the TV… in the Maggi-fucking-ano’s bar. We were there for a few hours and yet it felt like years. Judd to add more.
— fired a week later/the manager count the churros