Weekend drinking and spring swim
I forgot to shave this morning. I am scratching my stubble and thinking to myself ‘hmm.. I wonder why I forgot to shave’. Oh well, some stubble on my face should not shock the natives.
Friday night Alan and I wandered downtown to check out some bar/club by the name of ‘screamers’. I had heard about it, but never been there, so decided to check it out, mainly because they had three dollar long island ice teas. It took us a while to find the place. I THOUGHT I knew where it was, but we ended up walking all over downtown in horrid muggy temperatures. I almost got dressed up that night, but at the last minute I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. I am glad. I would have melted. Finally we gave up and had some bike dude haul us over to it. Turned out to be nowhere near where I thought it was. Oh well, live and learn.
I was not real impressed by the place. It was sort of small, composed of two separate rooms. The front room was hot. The back room had a/c, but nowhere good to sit. They had a couple of those pneumatic ass-chairs that I despise, and a couch or two that was already taken over by some mopey Goths. The front room had a long box-like seating against the wall, but I did not care for that much either. It felt like I was squatting on a box.
On one side of the room a couple of bored spiky haired people played listlessly on some video game that was set up. On the other side a booth was set up, selling leather and jewelry and other such odds and ends. I briefly eyeballed a tapping stick with a big globe of glass on one end, but decided it would probably not match my t-shirt and denim shorts. The place was not crowded at all. Basically filled with a dozen people or more, each clumped in their own little clique. Best thing about the place was the tree dollar drinks, served by a little blonde elf someone had captured and forced to become a bartender. I stayed until midnight. Once the drink specials were over, we took off.
Afterwards we wandered down to where my friend TJ was having drinks at some snooty wine bar. We hung out there for an hour or two and I drank a couple glasses of ‘Dead Man’s Ale’. I also ordered some goat milk cheese that was served to me by Lucy Liu’s long lost sister. The goat cheese was pretty good. It was all rich and buttery. Finally around 2 in the morning we stumbled home. Well, I stumbled and passed out in Alan’s truck. He drove.
The next morning I was up bright and early to pick up a weight bench. This is the result of one of my drunken ebay spree’s. It only cost me 25 dollars, so it’s no big deal. The place was only about 15 minutes away. So I drove over there. I had planned on calling the lady and telling her I was there to pick it up, but when I tried to call my phone was blocked. For some reason my cell phone does not send out my cell number, thus a lot of telephones block it. I have no idea what is up with that. Anyways I rapped on the door and some total blonde MILF answered. She was really nice. I was hoping she would invite me in for milk and cookies, but instead she just bellowed for her son and he helped me load up the weight bench in my truck. It was not very heavy. I hardly needed his help. Oh well, now I can get back to pumping iron. GRR!
When I got back Alan and I took a round down to Palm Springs to pick up an outboard motor. It was a pretty good deal, only 50 bucks. I have not seen one anywhere for anything less than $150. They guy I bought it from looked like some stoner who wanted weed money. Whatever, a deals a deal. I really do not know much about boat motors. I will have to read up on them a little bit. I tried firing it up last night in a bucket of water, but I kept doing something wrong. Also it was humid as hell and I was sick of sweating buckets.
After we got back (it was a three hour drive down there and back again) Alan annoyed me by kidnapping me and making me have dinner with Brian. To begin with I did not feel like having dinner at 4:30 in the afternoon, also I really, really did not want to see Brian. I have known this dude since middle school. We were friends by convenience of location. (He lived next door). I have nothing against him these days, he just happens to be the worlds most boring person. A real snoozefest. He will sit there for two hours and babble about mortgages and interest rates and other people’s salaries. Money and football is the only thing he has an interest in. I do not like to talk about one, and I have no interest in the other. So the entire time I basically sat there in a foul mood and ignored him.
Sunday morning we went to the springs that turn out to be very relaxing. We showed up there early enough that there was not a huge amount of people, although there was indeed a goodly number. The water is 72 degrees year around, and when I first got into it it felt cold indeed. But after about fifteen minutes my body got used to it, and then it was simply refreshing. I had my mask (could not find the camera) and I swam up to the boil and watched giant suckerfish swim in and out of the cave. After a while a couple of divers showed up and swam into the under water cave. I think that is cool as hell and would like to do it myself, but to be honest the thought of diving scares me a little. That and the fact my ears do not respond good to pressure.
You can see a map of the cave here;
You can see
a map of the cave here.
After we swam around the source for a while, I relaxed and let the current float me back to the entrance point. I love that, I feels like you are flying. The park was overrun by little caterpillars that were falling form somewhere. They were all over the place, even underwater. I saw them twisting about. I am sure the fish gobbled them up happily. On the way back to the car I saw the most amazing bikini. Come to think of it, I cannot recall what the bikini looked like. It was what filled it that made my jaw drop.
After we got back I showered and hastily went out to find my dad a birthday present. I ended up getting him a hiking hat and a bottle of 'Norma jean' wine, and some fancy nuts. I hung out for a while there, had a good lunch of steak and shrimp, and then ended up having a nap on their couch before I went home.
The rest of the day I just puttered about with housework. And sweated. I swear all I did all weekend was sweat, except for my brief bit of relief at the springs. Frankly, I am growing a little tired of sweating.
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