When we last saw our traveling

.... drunkards, Jorgen and I had gotten Metcalf up to his room, while Hoffman had snatched the sofa bed. I don't remember climbing into bed or anything that happened in there.

I swear.



TUESDAY

It's always been my experience that when you go out drinking, you rarely remember the last few things you did before falling asleep. When you do wake up, it always takes a moment to digest everything that happened the night before. I've had a lot of these moments over the last decade, but this past Tuesday was definitely an all-timer. First I had to remember where I was: A hotel room in San Diego. Then I had to remember what I had done the previous night: Got really drunk with my buddies. Then I had to remember why there was a tall, Swedish boy next to me in bed: Because there were four of us and only three beds. Yikes.

On the nightstand next to my (Our) bed I found my wallet, cell phone, and this note:

John Murray Loves the D

- Jorgen

P.S. Wake me up when we go the Ikea

P.P.S. Iam Awesome.

(Blogger's note: I wanted to recreate the real note Jorgen left me but I checked and Blogspot.com doesn't have a font for Kindergarten Chicken Scratch.)

After a few minutes of Graham bitching at Jorgen for turning the thermostat down to 60 before we went to sleep (Jorgen's only excuse: I was drunk!) the two of them decided to head downstairs and join CB for the complementary breakfast. With Jorgen gone, I still kept to my half of our bed. It just didn't seem right to stretch out.

I woke up for good when Graham and Jorgen returned from breakfast. Jorgen bragged about how many hot older (And younger if you catch my drift) women had been down there and I vowed to wake up for breakfast at least one time during our stay. (That ummm didn't happen.) Chris then decided to go to Ikea and look at furniture, leaving Jorgen and I alone in the bedroom of our hotel room. Where there were two beds. Two beds and two of us. And yet neither of us moved. We both just laid there in the same places we had slept. Jorgen mentioned that he should probably move over to Graham's now vacant bed. But he didn't. He just stayed right there next to me. And I didn't complain.

Eventually, Hoffy emerged from the living room wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and his glasses. He didn't even comment on the fact that we were lying in the same bed while there was an empty one just a few feet away. He just walked over to the window and looked down at the hot tub beneath us, where three girls were sitting in the water. (I should mention that we were only on the 2nd floor so the people across the street could probably clearly see Scott standing there in his underwear looking straight down at three girls in a hot tub.) Eventually, Scott laid down in Graham's bed and the three of us watched TV for a few hours and told stories about the night before. I must have been more drunk than I thought I was because the two of them were swapping stories about things I had absolutely no recollection of. So I just laid there laughing along as if I remembered it and bringing up stories from earlier in the night.

And then it happened.

I remember staring at the ceiling and seeing a shadow in the corner shaking from side to side. It was at this point that Jorgen blurted out "I think this is an earthquake." In my hungover haze, I mocked him for his overreaction to the slight shaking in our room but a few minutes later while I was randomly flicking channels, I came across a news report talking about an earthquake in L.A. that measured at 5.8 on the Richter Scale, was felt in San Diego, and apparently even felt all the way in Las Vegas.

So that was my first earthquake experience: Laying in bed with Jorgen, a few feet away from a half-naked, extremeley hungover Hoffman. I myself was too tired to even react to it. I guess it could've been worse.

Shaken, I waited for calls from my Mom and/or Austin checking to make sure I was okay, but they never came. About an hour later, Graham returned from his morning on the town with bags of food. Seeing as how none of us had eaten since those McDonald's sandwiches in the parking lot at Del Mar, we were all starved. We sat at the dining room table in the living room of our hotel room and ate while a terrible episode of Brooke Knows Best played in the background. While we were eating, Hoffman asked if it was cool that he was wearing nothing but his underwear. None of us had the nerve to respond.

After we ate, we talked about going to Sea World. We talked about going to the beach. We talked about a lot of things.

Then we all passed out for the next 3 hours.

Monday was a pretty busy day and apparently we're all getting too old to just get up and go back out. When we finally collected ourselves, and I had cobbled together a quick Blog, we walked over to Petco Park for the Diamondbacks-Padres game. Unlike the previous night, we arrived at Tuesday's game over an hour before the first pitch and were able to walk around the ballpark and indulge ourselves with delicious $1 Friar Franks.

Sporting events in San Diego are very different from what I'm used to on the East Coast/South. Here are some of the major differences I noticed:

1. The little kids. They were absolutely everywhere on Tuesday night. It was like being in a Day Care Center. I was also surprised by how many of them were joined by their mothers instead of their fathers. I have never in my life gone to a sporting event with my Mom and not my Dad.

2. The percentage of people actually watching the game. It was practically zero. People were playing with their cell phones, going to the concession stands, yapping about nonsense, basically anything that didn't involve watching baseball.

Must be a Southern California thing.

3. The star of the game? The Jumbotron. No one seemed to notice that D-Backs pitcher Doug Davis carried a perfect game into the 7th inning but when there was an imaginary race on the Jumbotron or that game where they hide a ball under one of three cups and quickly move them around, the crowd really got involved, yelling out their choice for winner. Very weird.


Jorgen and Hoffman both had a lot of their women of choice to look at. In fact, no matter what age group you are interested in, there was a girl at that game for you. It was a far cry from the bundled up, loudly yelling nonsense while drunk-to-the-point-of-vomiting girls I am used to seeing at Washington Redskins games. (Who am I kidding? I love those girls.)

Some garbage OF for the D-Backs made an absolutely ridiculous catch with 2 outs and the sacks packed in the bottom of the 8th to cost Hoffman and I our bets. I had wagered 59 to win 50 so it wasn't a big deal. Scott had approximately the annual salary of a Hilton Superbook employee on the game so he was a little more upset. (Rubbing salt in the wound was the fact that the play was voted #1 of the day on the SportsCenter Top 10. Have you ever lost a bet on the #1 play of the day which took place at a game you were at? I can now answer yes to that question.)

After the game, we piled out of the stadium and hit the bars downtown for a few hours. I'd like to tell you some funny stories but it was honestly pretty tame. We were all tired from Monday night and knew that we were saving it up for a wild Wednesday. (Besides we had another date at Del Mar the next day.) We ended up crushing a few man sodas at this Mexican bar Scotty had been to the year before. It was pretty cool. Except for the fact that Jorgen somehow managed to make best friends with some lonely old guy who was bragging about his past sexual conquests with young women. Why didn't Jorgen instead make friends with the hot brunette chick at the bar with the giant cans? I don't know.

Must be an Iowa thing.



On Wednesday, the boys head back to Del Mar, spend 90 minutes at an open bar in their hotel (That's right. It was all FREE!) and then hit the town for more debauchery. I got several funny nuggets from that night. Double Impact was back in Vegas and the "H" was a bit of a wet blanket but the "Y" did enough partying for all of us.

Check back tomorrow if you want all that. (I'm creeping up on you in terms of site traffic, Jeff.)


I'm going to try and enjoy the Nationwide race even though I have no money on it.

You try your best to....




Enjoy the game.