Redondo Beach Brewing Company

Fish and Chips. Joe drinking beer and telling stories. Got to see the nieces. It was a good day. Now I have to get on a plane, kinda drunk, and try not hit on the 60+ year old woman who will no doubt sit right next to me and smell like Coconut and Ben-Gay. Be strong Daris.

The Red...

Just found a new beer. It's like if Lucille Ball had sex with an earthquake. They call it "The Red". Try it.

Made it

So, I made it through the crazy masses that encompass the LAX airport. Went to dinner at Waterman's for seared ahi and it was legendary...per usual. Got back to the spread and Morgan was nice enough to have purchased Daris' favorite beer, Sierra Nevada's Ruthless Rye. Good man. Now I'm watching him try and navigate through a sea of cables to make music come from the television. Hilarious. Oop, he just got it. There's something about this place that makes even the most menial endeavor seem fun. Example: I just petted a cat in the hallway of the house...good time. Granted, this cat has been terrified of me from day one so that might have something to do with my excitement over his accepting me. Aaannyyway. Now listening to Memory by Sugarcult thereby successfully completing the perfect day. TTYT.

LA, once again

So back to LA for the fun and non-frugality that every decent trip provides. Sitting at the airpot bar and this "gentleman" walks up next to me and says, "So, where are your wines from"? After my noticeably over the top eye roll, the guy orders a merlot...a fucking merlot. Alright then Mondavi, I'm pretty sure you going to be that dude I end up sitting next on my flight. You'll tell me all about the money you have and the places you've been. You'll be that guy who "this one time sat next to Michael Jordan" like one of those commercials on television. It's Southwest fool, MJ rolls solo. GOD. I just want to be there.

Stay up. It's gonna be a good one.

Holy High School Reunion

Ok, so...just realized my 10 YEAR high school reunion is this year, apparently sometime in June and I am about half-way prepared for it. In every conceivable sense of the phrase. I haven't really done anything spectacular with my life, which is essentially the status quo for my generation, thank God. I am still single; which I'm hoping doesn't read aloud anything I can't see as the first party. And, to top it off, I'm a college drop-out. Where does this leave me as far as areas of conversation are concerned? Totally buttholed, that's where.

Luckily, to stretch the silver lining as thin as possible, I have 4 or 5 months to get my shit together and try and develop some kind of ammunition for the sake of un-embarrassing banter. I'm breaking this shit down into 3 categories of self-improvement: Physical Fitness, Finance, and Wardrobe.

The way these three categories are going to be enhanced will directly affect my confidence upon attending the aforementioned reunion.

Challenge Accepted.