I hopped, skipped, and jumped over the country last week to land in Southern Cali to visit my bro, in San Diego to be exact. He lives in an area of SD that is “full of old people”, but definitely not short on people watching. As my brother so eloquently explained to me, “I don’t think crazy has a zip code.”
For those of you familiar with the area, we took a trip downtown last Sunday to Hillcrest, because my mom bought a GroupOn for the Fiesta Cantina. I think it was probably my ornery side that decided not to properly prepare my family for the neighborhood scenery. As we were sitting outside, freezing our asses off in the middle of March (35 miles from the Mexico border, I might add), we see a lovely couple walk by holding hands (its so romantic, it makes me want to puke). Imagine the look on my brother’s face, as we watch two highly respected members of the urban community holding hands walk by. And then, with bated breath, they pause, right there in front of our bellies at the bar, to steal a kiss. (now if I had had my effing camera out in time, here is where you would see a picture of a Fat Joe look alike, and his Haaayyy from the ‘hood O.G. Sen Dog. Holla!)
Where was I? Oh yea, puking. Well almost, to be exact. I left my brother’s place on Thursday for a quick run before lunch, so that I could get in enough pool time before I come to Denver (so I myself may sport some Brown Pride for you all). My brother lives on the side of a mountain. I ran uphill both ways. And the one day I decide to run, the temp shot up to 90. I had to sit on the side of the road for a good 5 minutes and force myself not to throw up in the front lawn of some Plastic Surgeon with his new Mercedes SL550 Roadster. (People! Do not leave me home alone! I am not responsible for taking care of myself!) My brother had to hear me complain about all of this damned altitude for the rest of the evening.
My brother got me back though. We went seakayaking the next day and he almost puked in the middle of the ocean. Unfortunately, for us though, he didn’t…..we might have seen some fish…..
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