It’s 2pm when my cell phone rings. I glance down at the caller ID: it’s Thong.
“What are you doing?! I’m in Jack London Square, come see me!”
I know that he’s probably just gotten to the hotel and he’s only got about 4 hours to hang out before he’s gotta hit the rack (gotta get some sleep before they call him at 3 in the morning to sit on a train for 12 hours all the way back to Roseville) so I high-tail it out to Oakland.
It’s a beautiful day the in Bay Area. The temperature is about 70 degrees, the sky is clear, and there is a slight breeze. Just for fun I check the weather in Chico–97 degrees. I miss Chico, yes. But do I miss the heat? Not just no: hell no.
30 minutes later I’m walking into Quinn’s Lighthouse for some pitchers of beer and an earful of Thong-isms. Damn, I miss hangin’ out with this guy.
After Quinn’s we went over to Everett & Jones BBQ for some dinner. I must say that the brisket was damn good. I’ve had better, but not in a long while.
Thong is pretty buzzed, and is practically yelling at me from across the table about how the unions saved America and the big corporations are all out to fuck us. I just nod and eat my cole slaw. I look up from my meal and notice that everyone around us is looking at Thong and whispering. I ask Thong to stop yelling at me.
After dinner we take a walk around the marina and drool over all the sailboats and catamarans. Then it’s time for a little bit o’ Copenhagen with the sunset.
And then it’s 8pm and I gotta leave poor Scott so he can go to bed and try to get some rest.
Just a lazy, calm, good ol’ day in the Bay Area. Nothing crazy happened, no out of control drunk stories. And I feel great.
I love Quinns Lighthouse! That was my wateringhole while I worked at KTVU. Scott looks good, although the union conversation sounds just like my grandfather when he’s knocked back a few 🙂
Thong’s always good for a story or three. He’s at his best when he’s had a few and starts waving his arms around violently trying to stress his point. Gotta love the Thong!!!