Yes, yes. I’m not dead, I haven’t fallen with insufficient leverage or drive to “get up,” and I’ve spent the last two hours putting printed signs saying “Ur Kids R Ugly” on every 5th floor hotel room door. It’s a good time to be alive, gentlefops, and so far Cullyfornia has been the cat’s pajamas. Friday night spacebee and I had a fun-on-a-bun time with Grace-O and Her Parents. We went to Hukilau in San Heezy and it was good food, folks, and fun For Sheezy.
Saturday was a day of Xmas Cali Shopping and then The Intuit Holiday Party. As usual it was a great time of food, entertainment, and free booze. The after-party at EvilAntnie’s was also as fun as it was indescribable… perhaps describable: we were playing Guitar Hero II on Expert and drinking really tasty Scotch.
Sunday I was supposed to meet up with GMC and go to the Packer/Niner game at Candlestick. Due to hangovers and crossed comm signals I never hooked up with him, but I did get to see the game at The Old Pro in Palo Alto. That bar is also known to me as The Bar I Hate More Than Any on Earth, and here’s why: I’ve been there a few times now, and it is one of the few bars that has many TV’s in the area where you are sure you can go and see the game you want. I think they know this, and therefore have no concept of service whatsoever because, well, where else you gonna go? If you aren’t silly looking frat boy, you will get attention from the waitress approximately once every 45 minutes, and god help you if you aren’t looking directly into their eyes when they even walk up your row. If you are, you know, watching the game and they walk by (because they won’t ask you if you want anything, you must flag them down) then will will have to wait for the next round, 45 minutes later. I was kind of surprised when my bill showed 4 beers on it; I never put much thought into it that I had been able to plead with the waitress for a beer 4 times in the 3 hours I was there. Anyways, I fucking hate that place.
After I got back to the hotel I realized that it was only 6pm so I went over to Garden City to play a little 3-6 Limit. Four hours later, down $50, I had enough and returned home. It was nice to be back in the atmosphere of Garden City Casino: the air was heavy with addiction and despair. Also, a proto-Scientist was sitting to my left. He was good for a few laughs.
So I’m in this training for work today and Tuesday, and then my flight leaves Wednesday morning at 6am. Looking forward to din-din with the O’Rumsey’s, and after that ???. Madddddddddddd, I’m still looking for when we can hang out before Xmas.