The live blog was sort of a failure, so here’s the non-live one. Time to write another book about another weekend. That’s my office on the right. That’s my view for about 6 hours a day, five days a week. It might go without saying, but I wasn’t devastated about leaving it behind for a few days.
I asked security if I could leave my car in the lab parking lot over the weekend. No. No no no no no. So I broke out the highlighters on Tuesday and went to work on the timetables for the light rail, lab shuttle, and airport shuttle. It’s not the most comfortable feeling leaving your car at a park and ride for five days, but I felt OK with The Club and a lack of anything worth taking inside the car.
Focusing at work was a little difficult, but not anywhere close to when I had an 8:30 final and a 1:30 flight to Honolulu. I got through the rat race then hopped on the lab shuttle, the light rail, and finally the airport shuttle. I got to the security line an hour before my flight, which is more than comfortable. I also tried to take a picture of a guy I call fat-G.O.B., but the glare kind of distracts.
I don’t really remember the plane ride. Couldn’t really even tell you who sat next to me. I enjoy flying into San Diego because you get low and near enough to downtown buildings to the point that it seems like you’re actually between them (which might be the case). Jason scooped me up and we headed to the Elephant Bar Restaurant. Wally was waiting there, sitting at the bar looking like a regular who converses all night with the bartender. We ate,
We decided to pick up some beef jerky and other amenities for the road trip at Albertsons. Then Jason showed us the clubs he got from a friend. I asked him a month ago if he’d mail me one and he rejected me as if someday he’d need his trusty 3 wood to hook it left and caress the green. We pulled the putter out and Wally set up a plastic cup in the parking lot and we took turns missing badly. Then we went to a bowling alley that was closing so we ended up in the arcade (this happens a lot). I finally finished Star Wars Trilogy Arcade, which would be one of the first machines in my Cribs arcade—right between Time Crisis 2 and Marvel vs. Capcom.
Jason drove back to San Diego, and me and Wally dropped by his cousin Laura’s place to see the new whip. And we also went inside the house for a little to get a tour. Wally has a pretty big house, and he said this house was big so I believed him. It had one of those two-oven kitchens from the back of Better Homes and Gardens magazines. And a mini-theater. And I guess Laura’s auntie is sort of strict (especially when it comes to sneaking a dangerous guy like me in the house), so we had to tip-toe around, timing it to her snores through the door.
Then me and Wally went to his house, which was in the middle of getting new tile flooring, and we showered and slept.