San Diego Amigo
Monday, May 22nd, 2000After a marvellous weekend in San Diego, dragging my draggy butt to work on a sweltering hot Monday morning is a bitter pill to swallow. SD is two and a half hours closer to the equator but it is 20 degress cooler down there than it is up here in the valley.
I can see a bunch of road workers from my window being scorched by the big blow torch in the sky. They almost look like shrimp on a Tepanyaki grill. If the A/C were to go out for 5 minutes here in the office, there would be an outrage and everyone would start crying like babies in wet diapers.
My smiley weekend was somewhat marred by a twat deprived cop who issued me a $340 parking ticket. I parked my car in the blue for awhile to squeeze some cash from my already dehydrated ATM account. I was only a few feet away, my car engine was still grumbling… heck I could have been out of there faster than the milkman out the window following a husband’s return.
And to further establish himself as a world class dick head, the police officer opted to give Bob a ticket as well. Bob was still in his car, his engine was running and we were all on our way to Bob’s brithday dinner.
Other highlights of my weekend include Jen Skanky pouring beer all over my face when she attempted to stream beer into my mouth as I lay on the ground, Brian Murray getting naked at the Boulevard, finding April’s bra in the morning and Ketty feeding me Kellogg’s Corn Pops with her toes.
