You know you have had enough of a long weekend party with the Pendejos when it’s Sunday and…
One of the reasons people gave me for going to La Jolla was to “barbecue on the beach”. What the fuck?
Sure the rooms were $350 a night, and we could only get a room up the stairs with a “street view,” and the restaurants were closed, and no barbecues on the beach, and there was no food or booze service on the beach. But it came with a “free mask.”
The LJBTC community was infested by two things from Akron, Ohio at the same time. The LJBTC will never be the same.
Sometimes the universe hates my plans.
Last year the Bear and I went to see Lewis Black in San Diego — we won’t be going back.
It’s not the cost of tickets, or the airfare, or the hotel. My ass is used to getting screwed by them.
I’ve ranted, raved and complained like a 2-year-old with no cookie about the United States Tennis Association. And just when I thought I was out for good, they pulled me back in.
I learned something deep and dark about myself. If two of my friends ever go to hunt down the last white tiger on earth, the Bear and I would tag along, not say a fucking word, and laugh at all the wrong times.
Sounds awful I know.
In June, I made my annual foray to join the LJBTC community. It was a whole family transition — I took the Bear. Becoming LJBTC was surprisingly easy — except
In July, I experimented with being LJBTC. This was my first time, and I have to admit — I liked it. I might do it again next year
I’m ashamed to admit I spent 5 fucking days looking for a beer in San Diego. Worse? When I quit trying, the Bear found it in 2 hours…