Tight Rope

Matrix Direct, you're outta here! I am compiling quite an impressive lists of failed interviews; Nationwide, Liberty Mutual, Chartis, McMaster Carr, Scottsdale Insurance Company, Reliant General, Explorer, and now Matrix Direct, officially. So I've decided what the hell might as well go the agency route. Wednesday I'll be meeting with a company down  here and Thursday I'll be hitting up one in LA. Supposedly the one in LA has a plethora of insurance opportunities so I'm hoping for the best. I had an interesting conversation with Nick regarding my interview approach and after fully digesting it, I have decided to switch up my approach. It is afterall basically like a sales pitch and I gotta spend more time trying to close on the job's duties instead of just speaking of my accomplishments as a supervisor. I spent all day today worried about shit and its idiotic really to worry about things you can't control- I just gotta be me. The only lame part is the bullshit worrying didn't really let me enjoy Knott's Soak City with my kids as much as I should have. We didn't make it yesterday because by the time we got there it would only have been open for a couple of hours, so we checked into Hugo's pool. I think the last time I was at a water park was when I was like 8. I think it was one in Utah of all places. Anyways the kids had a great time and really thats all that matters. The other factor that played into not enjoying soak city as much was the fact the previous evening was spent doing way too many shots of... Jager. Fuckin Jager. Never a good idea to plan an all day in the sun event after a night of heavy drinking. Whatever is left of your soul gets sucked out by the sun and water. And to top it all off, my back is burnt.

So Saturday night the Phoenix all stars paid San Diego a visit. Nick and Me Started our night at the Aeroclub while we waited to see if Del and Mike survived their attempt at skydiving.The place has been here since 1947 and its aptly named due to its proximity to the airport among other reasons. The bartender here was really nice and service oriented and we passed the time watching Garden State. .For some reason this part of town, including Golden Hill and South Park, is big on showing movies instead of sports. the Padres had lost and there wasn't much left in the sports world anyways. Issam was also in town as well as a couple of their other AZ buddies. Once we all met up we decided to hit up Dublin's square, one of the many bars in the gaslamp district. Gotta say the service was lackluster here. It was also here that I realized I'm passed my beer chugging prime. I actually finished third. End of an era. There was a time when I could finish a 40 in one drink. Those times are over. Let's be honest, there should have never been those times. Funny a few days ago I was talking about my Duck Down shirt that no one probably knew what it was. As we are all sitting there waiting for the waitress to come, One of Del's and Mike's buddies complimented my shirt. Even knew what it was. So I stand corrected. And by compliment I mean in a non gay way. I'm not D so I don't get hit on by gay guys. Just drunk lesbians. Anyways after Dublins Square, we ended up meeting up with Isaam's brother and hit up the Tivoli. Its the oldest bar in the gaslamp. This is when the Jager started to pour. Last call came dunno how many shots later, but this had not been the plan. The plan was to take it easy knowing that the next day was gonna be a day in the sun. Anyways we stumbled back to the car, but knowing that I wasnt fit to drive we had no choice but to find a Denny's. Santee is too far to make a less than sober drive regardless of one's drunken superpowers. So we ended up at the Denny's off Pacific Highway. I did however successfully avoid the southern omelette and instead went with a pot of coffee and a house salad. I was gonna go on and rant about the perils of drinking and driving and type up of my worst tale regarding that, but I'll spare the sermon, everyone knows its never good to do it. I will say that the patron saint of drunk driving must really like me because she has spared me from ever getting arrested or injuring anyone- just don't do it. I do the best I can not to myself.  I need to go turn off the DVD player now since its been on the Empire Strikes Back main menu for like an hour and its driving me nuts.

I would like to apologize to the lady who I called a grenade whether she heard me or not. I watch all of 10 minutes of Jersey Shore and it gets me acting like more of a drunken asshole than I usually am. Sorry.

This is Brother Ali's Tight Rope. very excellent song verse 2 and 3 really speak to me.