A couple of days back I tagged along to San Diego on one the wife's business trips. Getting off the plane I was looking for a Greeting of Sunshine and Bikini clad taxi drivers, instead it was overcast and cold and the taxi driver wore a beard. Well so much for going to the beach or hanging out poolside.
Deciding to make the best of it, I spent the next two days inside the hotel only stepping outside once, when I took a wrong turn at the hotel bar. A bit shocked I scurried back to the hotel room and ran myself a bath to soothe my nerves.
Back home in Oakland, the Sun is shining and birds are chirping. Now where did I leave my Speedo?
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beards have been classified as sexy since zz top. where have YOU been?
Steve could grow out those five hairs on his chin ...
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