Report From San Diego.
I have returned in humble spirits.
You may not ever understand the sacrifices I made this weekend to preserve the continuity and balance required to keep this earth spinning. I did not end up going to the Padres game and instead enjoyed my time at the Whiskey Grill playing shoulders. Not 10 minutes after we all decided to skip the game, it started pouring. I had avoided the rain but was ultimately delaying the storm. After bar hopping I ended up in bed at around 2:30.
The next morning at 6:00am I took a fishing boat out to Mexico waters to catch some fish that looked toy like. Unfortunately for me I took the chaos that I preserved you from, with me. The weather at sea was so terrible, I contributed all my bodily fluids to it more times then I can remember. Saturday was the longest day of my life. I saw rainbows of color flowing out of me. It was terrible and I may not go fishing ever again. On top of that I could not sit down in the cabin because there was this constant smell of eggs cooking. These disgusting people couldn’t see my suffering. All I could see was them eating, chewing, slobbering all over themselves on their disgusting food. I had to stand the last 2.5 hours of the trip.
Saturday night I spend the rest of the night recouping and drinking cranberry juice. I made it back today and proceeded to get sun burned. I was totally mistreated by the weather this weekend. I am currently figuring out how to take legal action against mother nature. Anyways, all things considered, I survived and am stronger for it. Let’s do this.
Tripplethreat in.
