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Published: August 16th 2007
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Chicks Dig Me!
Tiffany & Sasha - Not at all the cliched chicks from Cali. Tiffany was the fiesty one (gonna be a lawyer - divorce no doubt), and Sasha (training to be a doctor - spent last week dissecting dead bodies for fun) the cool beach chick from Monteray. San Diego Draws to a Close
So did I tell you about the footy games I played. I don't think I did. Well, the first game was a closely fought battle - right up until the point where Jay slotted a thru ball into the path of the striker (MuskaRooney) for a one on one with the keeper. With Gillette Fusion precision, Musky tucked the ball into the corner to grab the "W" for his team. Fobbing off the praise Musky was quick to applaud his teammates for their part in the goal. So we celebrated our teams success with a few pitchers of Newcastle Brown (yeah, can you believe its quite a cool drink over here) and Blue Moon. Nice.
Drinking with Tiffany & Sasha
So we met a couple of local birds in the bar. Well, the truth is the second I stepped foot in the bar I had to fend the chicks off with a sh*tty stick. The fact is, that mid-west farmers daughters really make you feel alright, and the northern girls with the way they kiss - they keep their boyfriends warm at night, but truth is I wish they all could be californian.
All together now...
To give you a quick lowdown on my new friends. Tiffany was quite the sharp tongued princess. A soft easy-on-the-eye exterior, but a fiery tabasco centre that left you with a bitter aftertaste that was hard to shake. She was gonna be a lawyer - and quite frankly I'm guessing her last name was Petrocelli - 10ft barge pole boys, you aint gonna win this case. Sasha, who was quite proud of the fact that her last name was Sappydoo (or something equally as ridiculous) was studying to be a doctor and wanted to be an OB-GYN - make your own mind up on that one fellas. Needless to say, jay and I made our own way home - though I'm sure you could have guessed that without the personality profiles.
Old School Memories of Brant Lake Terrios 1989
So, McGreggors was kind of a sports bar - pool, darts, and wait for it - oh yeah Shuffleboard!! Happy days... It was like heading back to grandma's for one more slice of her apple pie. Like coming home to a warm fire and a bowl of hearty soup after a day in the woods chopping
down trees. And the great thing is - you never lose it. It's like riding a bike. Unless you're Hannah's Kirby's boyfriend - 18 years old - never ridden a bike. That's practically child abuse. Can you imagine how much fun you could have with that guy. That's like forgetting to teach your kid how to tie his laces. Imagine having to go through life having to wear "slip ons?" I can understand a boy not really taking to swimming, or just not really getting into sports, or even not being into cars and stuff, but how can you get to 18 years old and not be able to ride a bike. Talk about milestones. It's a wonder this guy can roll from his back onto his belly.
Anyway, back to the shuffleboard. Naturally I was the best and everyone wanted to play with me. Even when Russell Crowe arrived he suddenly descended into "the last guy to get picked" - you know that skinny guy who finds walking a challenge, but could probably hack into the FBI mainframe with his iPhone in about 8 seconds. So, we played long into the night and yarned about how amazing I
was. All the Terrios training had finally paid off.
Breaking News - Did I Tell You I Nearly Died in an Earthquake Last Week !!
It's true. Sleeping at Bri/Catherine's place I was awoken at 1am to a Richter Scale 4.5 rumbling for about 3 seconds. Having been in many before (actually just one - April 17, 1984 in Wales - 3.5 on the RS) I knew exactly what was happening, so I automatically shot into emergency crash procedures - I lifted the blanket over my head and whimpered like a puppy dog. It seemed to do the trick. Naturally Brian and Catherine slept through the whole thing, and I had conveniently erased it from my memory by morning - kind a like the time I took a pee in the linen bin in 1982. Still, having managed to recall the moment, it will now live on as a special day, representing (in Brian's word's not mine) that quintessentially California experience. Bit like getting blown out by a bird with fake boobs. We've all been there right guys!?
More Breaking News
In a recent blog I naively misrepresented Turner Algra. According to daddy Algra, Turner's been able to
turn unassisted from his back to his stomach for weeks now. It's the OTHER way (the supposedly easier stomach-to-back direction) that he hasn't been able to pull off...until this morning, when he did it about 6 times in rapid succession. Another milestone checked off the list. Nice one T. Maybe that's what created the tremor?
Musky's Milestones
I achieved a few personal milestone today. Made my 3rd trip to the Cheesecake Factory. Always a treat, then followed that up by 30 minutes in Brookstones sitting on the massage chairs. At only $6,000 a pop, every home should have one, like a hot tub, a basketball court and an R2D2.
Until next time...
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pete
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at my age slipon's are a must have!!