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- called the parents to wish them a happy anniversary and to tell dad happy father’s day
- dropped bro off again
- went back to the hotel and took a long-ass nap
- drove to the mission beach/bay area because it was super close the hotel and I’m familiar with the area and I had 2 hours to kill and just wanted to find a coffee shop near the beach and read
- could not find parking
- literally drove around for an hour and a half, trying to find parking
- could. not. find. parking.
- gave up! but it was nice driving around with the windows down anyway
- picked up bro
- got inn and out burger for dinner
- went over to justin’s and introduced the bro to jean-claude van damme via bloodsport
- if you expect me to be his punching bag, you can forget about our deal!
- dropped the bro off at soccer camp
- headed to justin and brandi’s new place and helped them move in
- picked up the bro six hours later
- headed to Escondido to stone brewery where brandi works to try to catch Justin and brandi’s mom and dad to say hello before they went to their dinner plans
- missed the correct exit because of construction plus california interstate craziness and ended up on our way to san bernadino
- turned around and caught the parents in the parking lot!
- went in the brewery (gor-gus) and had a delightful beer, compliments of Justin
- went back to san diego to hang for a bit
- picked up some frozen pizza on the way back to the hotel since we had a room with a kitchenette, including an oven
- only the broiler worked, though, so we broiled the top half and the pan-fried the bottom
- picked Justin up and went back to escondido to meet brandi and her friends for a late showing of the hangover
- the best line of the movie is: “i keep forgetting about the fucking tiger!”
- i also must confess that i laughed a lot – like a lot a lot – at the movie, despite the usual guy-bonding-movie inclusions of the “weak” friend with a controlling, unbelievably bitchy girlfriend, the only other female roles being that of a sex worker with a heart of gold (sigh) and the wedding-obsessed future bride and bridesmaids back home, the “oh I hate being domestically bound to my wife and child” guy, obvious objectification (though not as much as I expected), ageism, and geez oh man, the racial stereotyping
- yes, despite all that, i laughed and laughed
- flew to san diego with the bro
- our flight had a really hyper joke-telling flight attendant who described himself as "lyle lovett's brotha from anotha motha" (accurate) who, though hilarious the first time round, would probably get unbearable the next and subsequent times -- i really bet his co-workers hate him
- it was my first flight on southwest though, and it was deeeelightful
- got the rental car, checked into the hotel, and then drove to san marcos to see justin and brandi for a wee bit!
- watched a couple strangers with candy episodes with chips and queso
- it's like the years haven't passed
- ah, the motherland
- heard a woman at savers say TOTALLY nonchalantly: "he was never the same after the murdering happened" and then sigh
- i will also unhyperbolically note that old navy has the most boring summer "line" in the history of clothing which consists of about thirty variations on the same shitty tank-top/t-shirt in -- get this -- different colors
- how inspired
- i normally wouldn't care enough to comment about a mass-produced clothing company, but it really pisses me off when things that have the possibility of being cool/refreshing/stimulating or whatever (most often books, movies, music, art, and in this case, fashion) are so blatantly half-assed and awful
- rockies game with betsy where we saw pat the bat and the funky bunch and sat in front of "fan-of-the-opposing-team-who-states-the-fucking-obvious-and-gives-unwelcome-and-wholly-fucking-enraging-play-by-play-commentary-the-entire-goddamn-game" guy
- i HATE that guy
- came home to find THE BIGGEST MOTHS I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE next the front door
- THEIR FACES LOOK LIKE ALIENS
- carl accidentally killed the biggest one
- we anticipate moth-like acts of vengeance soon and are preparing as such with flamethrowers and the like, etc.
- dinner with carmody!
- then met katie at the library where i finally FINALLY started on the thesis stuff, jesus christ
- worked. early. mmmphfffphg.
- got crazy annoyed by other job's demands
- met carl at the bluebird for isis, sans earplugs
- ouch, my ears!
- WHAT!?
- worked on other job's demands after the show at like 1:00 a.m.
- other cluster-fucky things happened preventing sleep
- so late, omg
- so annoyed, omg
- thank goodness for isis, otherwise the day would have sucked like the debull, y'all
