For You

So yesterday I met up with a couple of ex co workers. I was relieved that it turned out only to be a couple of cats and their friends. Don't know I guess I am over having to explain what happened.  Anyways we hit up this place called Maria Maria's. I guess its owned by Carlos Santana or something. It in the Mission Valley part of San Diego. At first as Carlos and I were walking up to the place, it looked too pompous a place to drink for a happy hour. But it turned out they have a big list of margaritas and on thursdays they are all half off. Its actually a pretty cool set up with a huge patio, and the bar is pretty open space wise. After a few drinks at the bar we decided to go sit outside by the fire pit and take in some of the live music they had going on. It was just some guy and his guitar do some pretty bad versions of beatles and sublime songs. Sometimes a lady would get up and do her own hatchet job on other "classics". Anyways Carlos and Waldo start talking up running and trails to hike including this one somewhere around palm springs that leads up to San Jacinto and Carlos talks about how at the end of the hike there is a bar. Now that sounds like a trail I'd like to take on.

Did I mention that the margaritas were half off?

So the happy hour turns into a " we should eat dinner so that we can drive home" event. Carlos' special lady friend and one of her friends show up for dinner and us four separated from the group and found a table. You ever been around someone who just has no tact? It is incredibly amusing. Even though I felt bad for the waitress I just couldn't stop it from continuing. Judy or Junelee? was never quite sure of her name- loud atmosphere + 7 margaritas = Roy's lost hearing. Anyways just the way she went about ordering, asking for items, asking for the menu to be brought back, was highly entertaining. Blunt and forward.  And I would later find out, she can drink. After some fun conversation, she decides she wants to keep the party going and mentions that she knows where there is a 3 dollar vodka night. My spider senses begin tingling- this might be trouble. Turns out it was this bar in North Park called True North- weekend dooshery but for 3 dollar vodka night I was willing to go along for the ride on this Thursday. Now don't get me wrong the layout of the place is actually pretty cool- its just the clientele that wants to make it the Dooshy place of North Park. I begin to wonder if my attire will even get me in. I was just planning on happy hour at some mexican restaurant so I rocked the normal shirt, shorts, flip flop attire. haha " who is Smores? is he handing him a smore? Is he yur best friend? did you draw that yourself? I want smores now"
" No Judy/Junelee- he is a rapper- Murs. and I don't own my own silk screen equipment the shirt came this way."
Anyways I am the first to get in line for this place and of course everyone in front of me is all dressed up- but I guess i am just that cool where I can be the only guy in flip flops and shorts that gets let into to the sea of Ed Hardy shirts, oversized belt buckles, and sports jackets. After everyone shows up and a couple of drinks at the bar in which I reigned in the lack of tact a little bit by just buying her the first drink, we decide to go play some pool. Now apparently their rule is you have to be drunk to play, which I felt I was sufficiently. But the fact that I was the only one making shots and that I actually ran the table from break to banked 8 ball (yeah I can be a bad ass at pool when I want used to own a pool table) during one game made judy/junelee turn into a shot buying machine patron, whiskey, 3 wise men, more whiskey. vodka- mind you this was after my own purchases of... Vodka Soda. I wasn't drunken enough for her apparently. It was also during pool while I was aiming for a shot that security came up to me and told me they had a dress code and that no boxers could be showing and that I needed to pull my shorts up. haha fine. So after pool the girls needed a cigarette break and this place has a lounge outside with a bar where you can smoke.
" Roy you and Mores need a smoke"
"I don't smoke"
" They are ultra lights its not smoking really just like light up air"
"Then why smoke it?"
" You just smoke." as she shoves the cigarette on me...
" No that's ok I don't smoke thanks though..."

Haha, so anyways all four of us are just hanging out smoking when she decides I'm still not drunk enough and wanders off to buy more shots. Carlos and Mayling at this point had shut down but I am not one to shy away from another round. Except she never quite makes it back. after a while we decide to see if maybe she has finally passed out somewhere. She ends up being outside with another group sees Carlos and me and starts talking about how she wants real good food. Carlos mentions a good Italian place and she is repulsed by that fact. She wants " Real Authentic Mexican food" and begins to barrage Carlos and me about us needing to know a good place cuz we're mexican and that we all need to go out tomorrow night and find some good damn mexian food. Finally to get her to calm down I say a place in Old town in good but she replies that she doesnt want any damn enchiladas she wants real down south mexican food- no tacos, no enchiliadas, no burritos. Carlos Mayling and me want to leave so I finally tell her fine we'll go and I'll order for you.
"Tomorrow 8 pm! us four going to old town 8 pm! I'm gonna eat what he's ordering." was the last things we heard as we were walking away.

Aw shit somewhere during all this I agreed to do the 5k mud run " Carlos, no 250 lb man should run through mud- he won't survive.  Your shoes have to be taped? the mud goes up to your thighs? my knees? and you really think this is a good idea for me?" haha  my pleas were ignored. So now I'm off to go train for that.

For you, from the classic album by Little Brother, The Listening. An album and a group that you all should have been listening to.