A toast to friends

A Saturday in the Gaslamp District:

Top Sirloin, Onion Rings and Coke at Gaslamp Strip Club (relax it's a steak place). Butch interrupting himself every few minutes to dance to a great song.

Diet Coke at Hooters. Aaron needed dinner and so we headed to a place he could afford. Besides, it's guys night out. Why not Hooters?

Head out for Hot Chocolate. Long lines to get in so we head down 5th Ave.

Lady pole dancing on a lightpost in front of McMillin Realty. We leave her to her dance while tipping her $5. Butch points out his maturity in not taking advantage of the situation. I think any guy with half a brain cell wouldn't have touched that woman.

Head to a place somewhere around J Street and I get turned away because my ID card says I'm 5'9" when in reality I'm 5'8". I kid you not. The dude wouldn't let me in because I was an inch off. My ID card also says I'm 208. I'm actually 280. I haven't been 208 since 1999 when I filled out the information for that CDL.

So we head back for Hot Chocolates. We sit and Butch lectures us on the finer points of having Bill Clinton in the White House with an official title but no real responsibilities. I'm more a Romney/McCain guy myself but I humor him and we discuss the truly stupid things the man would do. Butch then goes on to explain how he'd be as the President that "keeps it real".

We depart and head south towards the cars. Butch gets his ride home from Aaron so I say my goodbyes, walk past PETCO Park and to my car. My feet hurt, my bladder is telling me that Hot Chocolate took me over the top and I'm real tired.

I make it home around 2am and fall into bed complete exhausted. I get up this morning feeling the same. Sore and tired. Still the walking was good for me and the steak was delicious.