Downtown musings and the Rollerhobo!
My move is basically over… sweet baby jesus, my move is OVER! It has been a few days of aggravation but I have moved 99% of my crap over to the new pad and I just need to add a few little things and I will be all set at my new pad downtown. For the past 4 days I have done 2 things – move my shit and drink heavily. I’m not Mama Cleo or anything bu I have a feeling that “downtown me” is going to have a serious drinking problem. My new apartment is a 3rd floor loft in the heart of downtown San Diego and there are just too many options. In fact, on my first night in the new place I went to the Sound Tribe Sector Nine show at the House of Blues and got absolutely blown out. I was to the point where even I knew that I should not be out in public being that trashed. I eventually had to pull a “Houdini” halfway through the concert and took off without telling any of my friends. I ended up stumbling back to my apartment and passing out in my shoes…. IN MY SHOES. That is not a bad showing for the first night downtown. I woke up in the morning to a text from my buddy that was received at 1AM: “Dude… I’m at the Ramada Inn. 24 HOUR FOOD… GOOD”. Looks like they had a good time without me. In addition to feeling like shit I frantically searched my apartment but couldn’t remember where I packed my bath towels so I had to dab myself dry with t-shirts after. All time low or all time high… you make the call! I lasted about 5 hours at work before I had to give up and to curl up in the fetal position on my couch. This could be dangerous for my professional career! Bottom line is that with my new living situation there is really no reason for me NOT to drink, except that my liver may decide to say fuck-off and leave me downtown by myself. Barring a organ relocation I should be good to go though.
Aside from my drunkenness and towellessness, being downtown has been nothing but fantastic. I can finally walk to the bars and restaurants that I most often go to and drunk driving will be down about 95%. I should get a congratulatory letter from MADD for moving! Another bonus that I did not realize until after I moved in was all of the interesting stuff I get to see while walking around downtown. On my way to my car the first morning I overheard 2 bums talking. One bum was trying to fish something out of the trash and the other stopped him short when he wanted his help and said “Hold on, I need to take a shit, then I will help you with that.” Who said bums don’t have a schedule? The next afternoon on my way back home I saw a guy wearing old school roller skates loading empty bottles into his 1970′s style cargo van. It was magical, he even had the jewfro circa ’72. He was like Rollegirl from “Boogie Nights” except 10 times as dirty and not hot at all. Wait… he was actually NOTHING like Rollergirl but that’s beside the point. He could have being the star of “Rollerhobo 2: Electric Bugaloo”… damn you cruel fate! What I am getting at is that life just got a bit drunker and more interesting for me. Good times…
hahaha… congratulatory letter from MADD?! That would be funny!
Moving is such a bitch, I’m glad you are all nice and settled in. But be careful down there… I know what happens to cute leggy blonds downtown. They can easily get taken advantage of I really suggest carrying some mace or you could be like my sis who always has a swiss army knife just in case. Hehe. But do be careful, downtown can be madness… my first time visiting downtown to move here, we passed by a pimp slapping his ho… oh the great stuff you can see by trolley stops
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