Tour De Fat

Tour De Fat came to Balboa Park Saturday.  Windy conditions kept me out of the water so I traveled southward and parked in the Golden Hill area.

I had never been through Golden Hill.  It reminded me of James Street in Syracuse, with dated old mansions, multi-unit nice buildings, with run-down older homes.  I walked by the Turf Supper Club – funny, this place was a discussion item Friday night with the counseling group.

Tour De Fat certainly took on a festive, carnival atmosphere.

A bike parade occurred earlier in the day, with spectators becoming participants.  Crazy Costumes were everywhere.

There was the obligatory beer garden area being that the event is sponsored by New Belgium Beer.  But outside the beer garden was a bike rodeo area.  This fenced-in area had crazy and outlandish bikes for anyone with a helmet to try.

See the rest of the pics here.  Crashes abound.

Back in the beer garden, I tried the IPA until I dropped it.  Hate when that happens.  Now all they had was their Amber Red.  This one I intentionally dropped (really I poured it out).

One of the entertaining games as a life-size Jenga game.  Everyone heard it when it crashed.

A Good Saturday

Well, it didn’t start well.  Quarterly downtime (work stuff) should have completed by 6am but went until 10am.  Once completed, I packed Carbon (black Element, get it?) and traveled north.  After a good hour+ surfing in San Onofre, I phoned Morrie and said I was dropping by.  I caught up with Morrie and Cathy, dropped off a repaired surfboard for Corrie, and was on my way north.

I had a ticket for Largo’s Watkins Family Hour, and tentative plans to visit Jasmine.

After parking, jumping in line for the Largo seating (they do it right!) behind an actor that smelled w-a-y t-o-o bad I got my seat assignment.  Time to kill, so I had dinner at the sushi bar across the street.  The Little Room opened (Largo’s bar) so I had a Guinness draft and talked with Avery, who was at the same Watkins Family Hour in December 2011.  Great talking to you, Avery.

My seat was D16 – Perfect.  There really isn’t a bad seat in the venue (again, they do it right).  Great show.  Guests were Dan Wilson (SemiSonic) and Nikka Costa.  I was hoping for Fiona Apple but no. 

I checked messages after the concert and found 4 mgs from Jasmine.  She left the earlier party near Largo and traveled home.  I met her there and crashed for the night.

The next morning, we had breakfast at Joe’s in Venice.  Damn good coffee (and biscuits!). Then we found 1-hour parking in Venice and checked the surf.  After my whining, we jumped in the water.  Great surf day except that I cut off someone (did not see him!).  He was really cool about it.  Thanks, Jasmine for listening to me whine before deciding to surf.

We followed up with some noshing before I traveled south.  The conversation was great (what am I doing???  Who I doing it with???).  I can always count on Jasmine for meaningful conversation.

Oh man, I have to have one of those biscuits now!

Luau & Longboard Invitational 2012

Graham asked if I wanted to be on the Cymer Surf Team a month ago.  Yes!  I made the cut!

I had never been in a surf contest before so I really got an education.  Knowing the La Jolla Shores parking situation is terrible without a surf contest, I decided to get there at least 2 hours before the 9:30am first heat.  Good call. 

I street parked near Bob’s parents’ home in La Jolla shores and walked to Scripps pier.  Bob was on the beach, and Silvia and Graham joined in.  They suggested warming up with some waves, so Bob and I went to change and grab a board.  I had brought both Takayama boards in the Element and decided to try the Erik Summer model.  Immediately in the water, I realized the better choice was the
In The Pink model.  Waves were 3-4 feet, glassy, and well-formed.

So I walked back to my car (this will be a common theme of the day) to swap boards.  I had made the bad decision to bring only the sleeve-less shorty wetsuits when the air temp was well into the 80’s and the water temp was 69F.  Sweat was running off of me.  Every car visit was a reapply of sunscreen and a cup of ice.

The ice was for picking up the 1.5 growlers of Pizza Port Swami’s bought for the previous Thursday night Cymer Surf Team party at Bob’s parent’s place.  Good times.  Lucky for me I had plenty of ice.  The ice would bring my body temp into the non-sweating mode for about 10 minutes.

Hmmm.  I am writing this post-Invitational, with the Swami’s downstairs in the frig.  I’ll pour a pint to accompany me in this write-up. 

Yummy.  Still tasty.

So lesson #1 was to have all your gear, ice water, etc. on the beach to cut out the car trips.  Lesson #0 was to have board shorts to quickly change in/out just to try and stay cooled off.

The Cymer Surf Team consisted of Graham (Captain), myself, Bob, and James.  I considered myself the weakest surfer.  Onshore for support were Matt, Silva, and various other Cymer people.  Heats began, with Graham going first, then me.  I was getting worked up:  I needed at least 2 good waves with a maximum of 10 waves scored.  In 15 minutes!  The plan was to get a conservative 2 waves then get exotic, trying to get better scores.  The anticipation and heat had me sweating.  Look, there goes PT (Peter Townsend), Shawn Towson, and Devon Howard: two world champions and all accomplished longboarders.

Mental note:  do not throw up while surfing.

I nailed the first session, scoring a beautiful long right followed by a rollercoaster left.  Everything else was gravy on the top.  Only having 15 minutes, I was sprinting for every wave.  The surfer next to me looked familiar.  Are you Joel Tudor?  No, just Joel’s brother Andy.  Andy surfed like his world champion brother.

I belly boarded to shore after the 15-minute horn.  Exhausted and overheating.  And not knowing the process, I waited around in my wetsuit when I should have slipped into board shorts to cool off. 
Bob and James followed by catching great rides.  James especially was very good on the board.  James was also a rookie and worried like me.  Neither of us hurled while surfing.
Finally, I decided to change out of the wetsuit after 1.5 hours (another trip to the car).  Then the announcement came:  Cymer was in the final round! 

I quickly checked the schedule.  I was on in 40 minutes, so I again changed into a wetsuit (another car trip, see a pattern here?).

Wait a moment.  The first pint is gone.

I’m back with a half-pint.  Don’t judge me I am not driving!

I got back to the beach with 20 minutes to spare.  Sweating in a wetsuit, I laid down in the water.  Drank another bottled water.

The horn sounds.  Surfing conditions had deteriorated with chop and sparse waves.  Ca-ca (kelp) was also on the water surface.  I managed to catch some waves while watching my wristwatch.  At 14:50 I tried to catch a final wave when the horn sounded
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My surfing for the day was over.  Yet another car trip to change (more ice!) then back to the beach for team support.

For the Cymer legend, our original legend was nowhere to be found so Shawn Tomson was drafted.  Shawn Tomson!  Later, Graham said we should all get together with our boards for pics.  Yes, another car trip for the board.  But too late to get a pic with Shawn Towson.  BIG REGRET.

Chris, Graham, Silvia, David, Bob, Matt, Jame and me

The tented luau felt 20 degrees cooler.  I was slamming water until I found the beer cooler.  Lunch never was tastier.  I bought some swag and considered bidding on an Aaron Chang print.  The Cymer team and extras got a table together.  All surfers were exhausted.  Dan congratulated me on a great surf day – this felt great.



Graham, Bob, James, and me with the hardware

The auctions were really entertaining.  Then the announcements came on the placements and the Cymer Surf Team got individual trophies!


The Trophy and Lei

I went home, took a restless 1-hour nap then hydrated for the rest of the day.  The next day I felt really sore.   But, I just finished the last half-pint.

Click Luau & Longboard 2012 for more pics.

Gordon and Matt Visit San Diego

Gordon informed me several weeks ago that he and a friend, Matt, were coming to San Diego for a work presentation on Saturday/Sunday.  They will be arriving Wednesday evening then taking the next two days off to explore San Diego.  Excellent!

I burned two vacation days to join them.  I sent a link to my Google maps for San Diego so Gordon could share with Matt and pick what they wanted to see and do.  They were interested in learning to surf, kayak in the caves, and do some standup paddleboarding.  If windy conditions came up then we would go to the Torrey pines glider port.

Pre-trip, I scouted for foam surfboards and SUP rentals.  The local temperature got warm the previous week, so most rental places were out of SUPs and only had 8-foot foam surfboards.

They were staying at the Indigo hotel in Del Mar.  Nice place.  Thursday morning we met at Del Mar beach to observe the choppy and poor wave conditions.  Nevertheless, the decision was to surf in the morning and snorkel with sharks in the afternoon.

We traveled to my place to load up surfboards and shorty suits.  My spare shorty suit fit Matt, and Gordon had brought a wetsuit top.  Perfect wear for the water/air temperature.  We traveled to Pipes café for breakfast then to Pipes surf spot. 

Gordon and Matt found learning to surf to be challenging over the next two days.  I tried to assist by giving a push but the waves were lacking.  It would have been ideal if waves broke outside and gave up whitewater to learn the standup move but waves were breaking close to shore, forcing us to try and surf them.  But they were troopers and put in over 1.5 hours in the water.  Gordon did manage to pick off at least one wave; catching it perfectly, standing up, and riding in unassisted.

Lunch was at El Especial Norte for the Chicken Tortilla soup.  Someone please remind me to order the small bowl next time!

We then unloaded surfboards and traveled to La Jolla Shores.  Gordon and Matt found snorkel rentals and off to the shore we walked.  After wading in and adjusting our snorkel gear we discovered conditions were murky with visibility of maybe 3 feet.  Disappointing.  I did manage to see many stingrays which reminded me to keep shuffling my feet.

Friday morning was more of the same:  breakfast at Pipes then surfing at Pipes surf spot. 

Again, conditions made it challenging.  Matt did manage to catch a wave, stand up and ride to shore.

Lunch was at Ki’s with a killer ocean view.  We could tell we were tired but we pressed on to La Jolla Shores.  The plan was for Matt and Gordon to try either kayaking into the caves or SUP.  I wasn’t feeling all that great so I volunteered for shore duty.  They picked up SUPs and took off. 

And I got a first-time look at how difficult SUPing is.  And they thought surfing was challenging.  At least with surfing you are in the water and cooling off.  If you are any bit successful with SUP then you are out of the water, in the sun, and paddling hard.

After the tired troopers came to shore and turned in their paddleboards, we decided a cool drink was called for.  We found an Italian restaurant with terrible service but great outside seating and ordered chilled wine and water.  Gordon and Matt were VERY tired.  Gordon got a text from other conference attendees, asking to meet up for a 9pm dinner.  Ha-ha.  Gordon and Matt expected to be asleep by 9PM.

We walked back to the respective cars and parted ways.  I hope next time my guests find better waves and clearer water.  And then I realized I never took a picture!

Del Mar Racetrack Opening Day



Me, Kendall & Joe

Solana Beach and Del Mar are a zoo to try to get around on Del Mar Racetrack Opening Day.  Joe and Kendall found themselves at Pizza Port last year and said the scene was crazy.  We agreed to meet there after work for Opening Day.

The best seating area is outside Pizza Port.  The Amtrak station is across PCH with 4 lanes to (illegally) cross.  And yes the scene was crazy.  Amtrak trains arrive from points north (up from LA) and a double-decker bus shuttles you to the racetrack.  Trains allow carry-on drinks as well as serve drinks.  Guess it’s better than drinking and driving.

I joined Joe and Kendall at the outside seats next to ??? and Ken and their dog, Echo.  Echo had a rawhide stick and was going to town on it.  From our prime seats, we saw fashions of:

• small hats for men and some women
• outrageously large hats for women
• short, short skirts
• 4-8 inch heels
• Two guys, one in a neon yellow suit and the other in neon purple

Fashion Knows No Pain

The combination of short, short skirts and 8-inch heels made for interesting highway crossings.  After ‘running’ across a lane or two, the women would just slow to a walk, stopping traffic.  At several points, traffic was stopped in both directions due to wandering drunks in the road.  And a few short-skirted women fell off of their 8-inch heels.

This is sooo much better than going to the track.

Comic-Con 2012

Michael and Tish invite friends to come to their downtown place for the Saturday night of Comic-Con for dinner and a walkabout.

Yes, we were that close to Comic-Con

Jon and I tried the train downtown a few years ago.  Never again due to the delays and overcrowding with the Comic-Con crowd.  So Joe/Kendall volunteered to drive and I joined them at their home.

There are probably more costumes downtown for Comic-Con than Halloween.   We started seeing Comic-Con people once we arrived at the north part of downtown.  Weirdness increased as we got closer to Michal/Tich’s place next to the Convention Center.

Kelly, Ross, Joe, and Kendall

We met Darlene and Chris upon arrival.  They are from Coronado Island, taking the ferry and bikes to get here.  Later, Ross, Kelly, and Irish John joined us.  They took the train and naturally got lost coming from the train station.

I took this pic, then

Darlene took this pic.

Michael got into a cooking frenzy at the downstairs grill.  I discovered heating lamps on the far side of the communal patio so the dinner location got moved.  We had an abundance of great food.

Later we walked about, taking in the costumes and promotional setups.  Hollywood has discovered Comic-Con.  The sides of the hotels were covered with movie promotions. 

One of several roving (promotional) bands

NBC had rented the Hard Rock Café for an Invite-Only party. My invite must have been lost in the mail.

I would have driven my Lambo if I got my invite.  But I would not promo it up.

We stopped in Tin Fish for a drink.  Michael and Tish know the Tin Fish owner and said he was approached by the people that have the Grimm Brothers movies coming out, about converting Tin Fish to a Grimm Brothers promotion.  For $80k for 3 days!

Jim Messina @ Del Mar Fair

Another flashback to the late 70’s artist, I first saw Loggins and Messina at Clarkson arena while at SUNY Potsdam in 1977(?).

Jim was personable; he would talk between songs and explained the history.  And what a musical history: Buffalo Springfield, Poco, Loggins and Messina, and as a solo artist.

Grand Funk Railroad @ Del Mar

Garage band music at its finest.

Switchfoot @ Del Mar Fair

I get a fair ticket through work for the princely sum of $13, and the ticket is good for the fair duration.  I skip the fried stuff but always take in the photography and woodwork exhibits.  It’s worth the 25 minute walk when acts like Switchfoot play.  I could have gotten closer but didn’t want to fight the crowd.

The next day I biked to the Switchfoot Bro-Am. 

W-a-y too many people so I left before Switchfoot took the stage.  I did walk around, passing Rob Machado as he was on the phone looking for his family.

Bay Area Visit

May 31 – June 3, 2012                   Randy, Leah and Bill

Thursday:  Bill was up at 4am.  It took one hour to rise, shower, and get thru airport security.  The flight was uneventful.  Met Randy at terminal 3 at SFO.  We flew into SFO because I could book a flight using points.  By the time we found out Tracy couldn’t make it, it was too late to fly into Oakland.  We rented a hertz ($80).  It was the longest car rental line plus also the slowest.  Yes, they tried to upsell on everything.  So much for their advertising about speed.  Note to self - look into Hertz gold one pass or avoid Hertz.  We drove down to Monterey with light and fast traffic.  We spent 3 hours at the Monterey Aquarium. ($35ea).

The best exhibit at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

   It was awesome.  The jellyfish exhibits were stunning.  Then we walked thru Cannery Row.  That was the area where they canned the sardines, at least until they fished them to extinction.  Afterward, we drove up the coast to the tip of the Monterey Peninsula.  We drove past many expensive homes with multimillion-dollar views.  There was one home that had parked in front of it, an old beat-up Winnebago pulling an equally decrepit 3 axle trailer.  Yuk.  From there we drove to and checked into our Monterey Surf Motel ($70).  Basic and adequate.  We went back out to a brewpub, London Bridge Pub, for hamburger sliders and beer.  We split an order of sliders since it was late.

Friday:  Coffee and tea in the room.  We went for the 17-mile scenic drive ($9.75). We were surprised that it was a toll road around the peninsula.  The guard said the price is deducted from most golf course restaurant bills.

Lone Cypress on  17 Mile Drive

  The drive took us thru expensive neighborhoods, Spyglass golf course, and finally Pebble Beach Golf Course.  That was where we stopped for a late breakfast of crème Brule French toast with strawberries.  Yum, and the price deduction made it worthwhile.  We had a window seat overlooking the 18^th hole and the ocean.  Wow. Living large. 

We need to remember this view next time we see a Pebble Beach golf tourney on TV.  About noon, we drove up the coast to Santa Cruz.  They had an amazing boardwalk, complete with carnival rides, video games, miles of very hot sandy beach, a pier, and very noisy seals.  We stopped at an ocean side bar, Ideal bar and grill, for a very weak margarita and beer.  We were hoping to head up to Half Moon Bay prior to catching up with Leah but ran out of time.  Instead, we headed directly to Oakland where she was staying at her parents’ home since Leah was homeless.  She just recently sold her house and moved in with them. The drive was great until we ran into 5 o’clock rush hour traffic at San Jose.  To the non-Californian, it was an ordeal.  For Randy, it was the standard operating procedure.  The Tang house with its 3 bay garage was in an expensive suburb of Castro Valley.  This is so not Leah.  She drove us to Oakland for dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant.  Great food you eat with your hands.  Every first Friday is an art festival.  We walked around and checked out all the weirdness and wildness.  Art exhibits, street performers, old cars.  Then back to her parent's place to crash.  Her parents were in NYC on vacation.

Saturday:  The 3 of us drove over to Berkeley for a fantastic breakfast at La Note in Berkeley.  Afterward, we drove across the bay bridge to San Francisco.  We parked in the Presidio and walked to and toured Fort Point.  It was a 4 story brick fort beneath the Golden Gate Bridge.  The Golden Gate Bridge just celebrated it's 75 anniversary.  It was extremely windy, 20+, with white caps.  The bay was full of monohulls racing.  There was one windsurfer just screaming across the bay.  Next week the area is hosting the Hobie 16 Nationals.  Too cold and windy for my taste.  Left there and drove over to LucasFilm Studios to see Yoda.  Yoda is a fountain in front of the main building.  We could hear the Parrots of Telegraph Hill in the trees.  His office had a statue of his early hero.  ??? The first movie maker.  In the studio lobby were life-size statues of Darth Vader, a Storm Trooper, C3PO, and old movie posters.  George Lucas must have paid major $$$$ for 23 acres of prime land in the Presidio.  We drove back to Leah’s parent's place for a cookout.  We took her dog Finley for a walk.  After 1 block he sat down and stopped walking.  He refused to get up.  Leah pulled hard on the leash but that only dragged him across the pavement.   It was very funny.  Eventually, she had to pick him up and carry him.  At least until we got back to her street.  10pm crash.

Sunday:  Leah’s parents arrived home while we were sleeping.  11 am dim sum at Hong Kong East Coast.  It was in Emeryville, on the bay facing San Francisco.  What a view.  After breakfast, Randy and I said our goodbyes to the Tangs and headed into San Francisco, leaving Leah and her parents to go buy a home.  We headed into Chinatown to view the country’s oldest Buddhist temple.  It was closed again.  I tried to visit it on my last visit.  Note to Selves: try a day other than Sunday next time.  So we headed across the street to a park where there was a 15 member band playing ethnic music, many men playing and watching an unknown board game.  Then we left Chinatown and walked to North Beach to visit the City Lights bookstore. 

That area was an old hangout of the Beat Generation, notably Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and Neal Cassidy.  Of course, we had to go across the street to the Beat Museum.  Well worth the $8 admission.  Next door to the bookstore was the Vesuvius bar where the beat gang hung out and drank. 

Time for an Irish Coffee

So we had to belly up and have an afternoon beer.  Then we headed up to the Coit Tower and then down to the headquarters for Levi’s.  Randy tried to find a jean jacket but no luck.  Then we followed the embarcadero back to the car.  I wanted to see the gate at the entrance to Chinatown, so we drove there, found an easy street-side parking and took some pictures.  I put a quarter into the parking meter before I discovered that the parking was free.   We drove slightly thru Haight-Ashbury district, along the Golden Gate Park, and up the coast for a goodbye dinner at the Beach Chalet. Another nice view of the ocean.  It was a leisurely drive to the airport.  Arrived with plenty of time to spare, especially since both of our flights were postponed.  I missed my red-eye connection in Philadelphia and had to waste 2 hours until the next flight home.  Home at noon Monday.

More Bay Area June 2012 pics

Misc:

For Bill: a very cheap trip 

free flight using points

$360 cash and Randy’s credit card

$40 SYR airport parking

Dolphins Are Playful, Aren’t They?

I noticed a pod of dolphins traveling just outside the San Onofre break this morning.  They seemed in a playful mode, with tail kicks and circling.  I was to the north with a great view as three dolphins started surfing a wave.  By my estimates, they would go to the south about 40 feet away.  Then one of the dolphins broke away, running down the wave crest.  Towards me!  Panicking, I start paddling to get past the wave before the H-U-G-E dolphin T-boned me.  Double up on the panic when I realized I will not be out of the way, that a dolphin was bearing down on me a max speed.  Six feet away from me, the dolphin ducked underneath me with a tail kick while I let out a girlish scream.

After I composed myself, all I could think of is that the dolphin was off laughing with his friends, saying he freaked out another surfer.

Visit Jasmine in Santa Monica

Jasmine & I with Santa Monica Pier in the background.

I traveled to Santa Monica Saturday evening, after spending the day at Long Beach for a SharePoint conference (yes, that’s my exciting life).  Why is it that traveling is easy except for the final half-mile?  Well, I got to 11^th street in Santa Monica.  Jasmine had texted me saying she was jumping in the shower and to just make myself at home.  I looked all over that block for her place and could not find a door.  After Jasmine called we discovered I needed to be over a few more STREETS.

We caught up over a glass or two of wine.  Jasmine joined a wine club then realized how little wine she drank so we had to drink at least a bottle.  The conversation was excellent.  She had some anniversary she passed and was looking forward to not working beginning in mid-May.  We had talked in October 2011 when she was wrapping up a film and didn’t plan on working until May 2012.  And since then she worked non-stop on 2 films.

We walked to dinner at Musha on Wilshire.  Jasmine highly recommended this place.  It opened at 6pm and was already crowded.  Very, very loud with the waiters yelling the orders to the open-air kitchen.  I passed on the stingray on the grill.  We had mackerel, which was cooked by blowtorch at the table.  Be careful with that fire!

Jasmine’s cats were freaked out by my sleeping bag.  I slept on the floor and every time I moved they jumped.  Cats are great entertainment value.

We walked the neighborhood Sunday morning, seeing the beach and no waves.  I headed home after we had breakfast at yet another granola spot in Santa Monica.

Squeeze @ House of Blues San Diego

$25 to see such a great 80’s band?  Count me in.

Squeeze booked a few SoCal shows as a prelude to their Coachella gigs.  While waiting for the concert to begin, I met some brits that are following the band from England.  Not just ex-pats, these people traveled to see the band.

Wow, what a great show.  They had plenty of feel-good tunes taking the crowd back 2 decades.

Steve Poltz was the opening act.  I hadn’t seen him until now.  Steve is a local artist best known for working with Jewell, writing some of her biggest hits.  Steve is quite the accomplished guitarist.  One of his final numbers was done only with a sound record/synthesizer.  Steve laid down several vocals, creating a background rhythm while working the voice synthesizer.  Once the tracks were finished, he sang a hokey song (don't even remember what about!) while funky dancing and the background rhythms running.  I wanna go to Steve’s house for a party! 

And at the final song, Steve thanked the Belly Up for having him play.  Only we were at the House of Blues.  Ha-ha.

Todd Rundgren @ Anthology

How could you possibly miss seeing Todd Rundgren in a local venue?  Not me!  This was the first time I got a seat along the Anthology first floor dining rail, sitting about a third down the rail from the bar.  Previously visits were at the bar area.  This new seat worked well except for ‘the incident’ (later); it has a great view of the stage without any obstructions from people walking by.

Not a bad seat, just a bad picture taker.

Todd and the band were great.  As I have said before, you forget just how good they are.  He surprised me with a few songs I didn’t know he had written/performed.  His banter did have some political commentaries.  The encore had a repeat of “Hello, it’s me”.  OK by me.

I checked Todd’s website and see that he hosts a week-long camp in the Catskills.  Several concerts and hikes are part of the package.  How cool would it be to sit in with Todd?  Where can I get some drumsticks?

Oh yes, the incident.  When seated, I engaged in conversation with the rail people to my left and right.  Good conversation while awaiting the concert.  Three songs into the concert, 4 LOUD and DRUNK people showed up in the booth behind us.  They talked yelled over the band and totally disrupted the good concert vibe.  The bouncer came over and politely told them to quiet down or leave.  An over-the-top drunken woman then tried to sit on the booth table.  The bouncer made another booth visit and I told the group they were ruining the evening for most people around them.  They got quiet for the remainder of the concert.

After the concert, a drunken man from the booth came over to me and said he didn’t appreciate what I had to say.  I told him I didn’t appreciate having to say it.  Then he said he wanted my name/number to discuss it later.  I said that after tonight, I didn’t want to see or hear anything from him or his drunken wife – ever.

Then as if on cue the bouncer showed up, gingerly escorting the drunken wife to the exit.  She obviously spent most of the concert in the bathroom throwing up.  After the drunk man & wife got in their car (parked in the middle of the street) and drove away, I overhead the bouncer on his cell saying, ‘yes, heading north on India street, cannot miss them’. 

Come on people, don’t you get this out of your system in your 20’s?