An Afternoon at the San Diego County Fair, and the dangers of the Limo Bus
13/06/06 23:42 Filed in: Personal
Ok, so maybe I've mentioned Tony... (quick check)
yes, yes I have. Today was his birthday and his
mother organized some crazy thing at the Del Mar Fair
grounds. (where I believe she is still on the board)
Normally, to avoid a social occasion filled with
wonderful new faces of people I could easily live
without ever meeting, today I went to my friend's
birthday party figuring I'd regret it. So, the plan
is to meet the Limo Bus at another friend's house,
(Guido) at about 4:30. But, after receiving a fairly
nice wallet from my good friend Anthony (or Tony as
some know him) I was in of corse the awkward position
that while it only seemed fair to get him a gift of
the same caliber, I didn't want to make any public
display of a gift that would easily out-class the
standard gift for such an occasion. As I may have
mentioned in a previous posting, I got him the JBL
"On Time" iPod speaker system and alarm clock.
(though the box refers to the alarm clock feature as
a time machine, a little misleading, but indeed quite
true) He did, as expected, love the thing I selected
for him (or pretended to) and being the guy that he
is, and the family that they are, when we went to his
house around 2:00 to drop off our present, they (he
and his mother Lisa) were just leaving with a basket
of cherries they intended to bring to us... an action
all to similar to our own to be discounted as mere
coincidence.
That aside, at about 4:30 or so we get on the bus, my mother follows to see what its like, doors close promptly behind her, locking her inside. "oops" she says. Yes, "oops" as if that were not her plan. She leaves it to my father to realize that she has stowed away aboard the giant Limo Bus and that he should follow in his car. Which he of corse does not do, and apparently decides to go home after realizing that Anthony has not come and everyone has disappeared.
So we get to the fair, and I'll spare you the details (most of them) and just say that I can't stand rides at the fair, maybe they're fun at the time but riding around in some broken down old swing that twirls me through the air, head in only by a harness that seems to have affixed itself to my crotch, all the while wondering how the toothless carnies could have set-up such an elaborate contraption without making some minor error that will lead to my death, isn't my idea of a good time. especially after eating 3 churos and two burritos.
That's still not nearly as funny of corse as what happens when we get back to the bus. We get bak and somethings wrong with the picture. He knows we're coming, and in fact we know he sees us, and yet the doors remain closed. From what we can see from the outside, the guy is running back and forth, and someone jokes, "looks like he's cleaning something up" and I of corse respond at my most monotone, "Perhaps he is." finally the doors open and I'm about the first one on, only to notice a new face in the bus, shorter than me, looked like she could have been in Tony's class... but there's a distinct difference in what she seems to be doing, whereas everyone else is getting on, she seems to be getting off... and in a hurry... Much to the amazement of all who had realized this, she got right out of the bus, into the car that had parked beside it, and drove away. Though none of us thought we could possibly be right when we made the assertion that there was something of the devious nature afoot inside the bus, it indeed seems there was.
And with all that said and done, I still haven't so much as received confirmation that I've even gotten tastybuffalo.com. Yes, thats right, I'm writing all this ahead of time... so if tasty buffalo becomes something really important one day, you can sound like a real smart ass by mentioning how the first few posts are done entirely with no real site at all! But I'd like to say that I intend to take this whole thing further, in fact, I'd like to go so far as to say this: "Tasty Buffalo officially takes the place of my old pseudo-organization, zorlon inc, as my web design firm. and with that said I'd like to announce some of our progress thus far...
a) I've already got our first project off the ground, a site done for the good people at Team Appleby Real Estate here in San Diego, and you can check that out at teamapplebyrealestate.com.
b) I've already accepted and begun at least the conceptual stage of development of a site for Ark Antiques here in La Jolla.
That aside, at about 4:30 or so we get on the bus, my mother follows to see what its like, doors close promptly behind her, locking her inside. "oops" she says. Yes, "oops" as if that were not her plan. She leaves it to my father to realize that she has stowed away aboard the giant Limo Bus and that he should follow in his car. Which he of corse does not do, and apparently decides to go home after realizing that Anthony has not come and everyone has disappeared.
So we get to the fair, and I'll spare you the details (most of them) and just say that I can't stand rides at the fair, maybe they're fun at the time but riding around in some broken down old swing that twirls me through the air, head in only by a harness that seems to have affixed itself to my crotch, all the while wondering how the toothless carnies could have set-up such an elaborate contraption without making some minor error that will lead to my death, isn't my idea of a good time. especially after eating 3 churos and two burritos.
That's still not nearly as funny of corse as what happens when we get back to the bus. We get bak and somethings wrong with the picture. He knows we're coming, and in fact we know he sees us, and yet the doors remain closed. From what we can see from the outside, the guy is running back and forth, and someone jokes, "looks like he's cleaning something up" and I of corse respond at my most monotone, "Perhaps he is." finally the doors open and I'm about the first one on, only to notice a new face in the bus, shorter than me, looked like she could have been in Tony's class... but there's a distinct difference in what she seems to be doing, whereas everyone else is getting on, she seems to be getting off... and in a hurry... Much to the amazement of all who had realized this, she got right out of the bus, into the car that had parked beside it, and drove away. Though none of us thought we could possibly be right when we made the assertion that there was something of the devious nature afoot inside the bus, it indeed seems there was.
And with all that said and done, I still haven't so much as received confirmation that I've even gotten tastybuffalo.com. Yes, thats right, I'm writing all this ahead of time... so if tasty buffalo becomes something really important one day, you can sound like a real smart ass by mentioning how the first few posts are done entirely with no real site at all! But I'd like to say that I intend to take this whole thing further, in fact, I'd like to go so far as to say this: "Tasty Buffalo officially takes the place of my old pseudo-organization, zorlon inc, as my web design firm. and with that said I'd like to announce some of our progress thus far...
a) I've already got our first project off the ground, a site done for the good people at Team Appleby Real Estate here in San Diego, and you can check that out at teamapplebyrealestate.com.
b) I've already accepted and begun at least the conceptual stage of development of a site for Ark Antiques here in La Jolla.