San Diego Recap
Ah, San Diego, the city about which nobody has ever written a song. We didn't see much of San Diego, but what we saw we liked. Big warships out in the harbor, a couple of runaways, some hookers, and a storefront poker emporium that spread a very soft 5-10 NL game. Yes, San Diego, you treated us pretty good, and the server at your Denny's was gracious considering the hour.
How about the show, you ask? The show was good. We had a very friendly, supportive crowd over at the House of Blues, including one gentleman I will call "Cisco," who did not work at the House of Blues but acted as my personal security for the duration of the show. He actually took to the role with a little too much gusto, methought, although he was a philosophy major at Humboldt College. How dangerous could a stoner philosophy major be? When asked who his favorite philospher was, he cited Nietzsche. When asked why, he said because he was "funny." Funny is not the word that comes first to my mind when considering the philospher respoinsible for the philosophical underpinnings of the Nazi regime, but who am I judge another man's sense of humor?
Tomorrow we fly back to New York, a city about which many songs have been written. If you have to ask yourself why so many people have written songs about New York, but none have written any about San Diego, you probably have never been to either place.