2005-03-21 - 12:45 a.m.
Saturday. Saturday I borrowed my mom's car and drove down to La Mesa in traffic which was heavier than the average Monday morning. I got on at my exit, then took the very next off-ramp. It took me less than a minute to do this, I think, but it was obvious I wouldn't be going anywhere. I took the coast highway down to... somewhere north of Del Mar. I want to say Birmingham.
It was probably the best part of my weekend, that drive. The ocean off to my right, choppy water with decent sized waves coming towards me from below, female joggers adding to the scenery, male joggers detracting from it. Road conditions changing as I drive from dry to sudden downpour, but not that bad since no one seems in much of a rush. No one in the car to appreciate my truly whiteboy rendition of Run DMC's Peter Piper. You shouldn't play Run DMC's Peter Piper when you've got writing/thinking to do. It's not conducive to paying attention to anything other than the song itself.
So getting through the traffic, getting to La Mesa, going to hang out with Rob. We go and pick up a dimebag on me, and we head to a party he's heard about. Live music's less than stellar but it's loud and there's beer and some scotch we picked up before arriving. And when someone hands me a joint I break out the chronic and start stuffing bowls. Don't get me wrong, I hit the joint too. No pot snob am I. It's just that I've been informed that sharing is caring, and I've been experimenting with the theory.
So the music stops, and the party falls into it's comfortable circles, none of which am I a member. None of which is Rob, it seems, because while he talks to some people, they never really settle in for a good conversation, they just chat for a while, smoke some of my weed and then go to find a friend. I entertained myself by noticing that the carpet was probably the perfect color for cleaning out all of those sugar based spill spots while still being able to see them in glaring contrast to the background. By looking around at the yard and noticing the two sheds, one to the rear and right of the one, the one to the rear and right of the covered but only half enclosed patio area where the band had set up. A nice deck, with a jaccuzi. And then the sky, the clouds. The air was clean from the recent rain, and the moon was clearly visible between the clouds. As were a few stars. At least this wasn't El Cajon.
Not much more happened beyond that. I said I was gonna leave, Rob decided to leave with me. We talked about a movie, then he decided he couldn't last that long. We left the bookstore we were looking through, I dropped him off home in the recently restarted rain, and then drove home.
