Cabs, Planes and Creeps

Had I any doubt that it takes quite a bit for me to feel any luv for a creepy pale skinny white guy, let that be law at this point. I am just back from a brief trip to San Diego to see Radiohead in concert. OK, here is where I tell you upfront, I have total crap taste in music. I know it and I'm okay with it. El G however still thinks he can change me. He subscribes to this thought that Radiohead is musical genius and a phenom and stuff. I'm so not getting it. Radiohead (video) El G DOES actually have good taste, this stuff aside. Poor thing. I don't want anyone thinking he's a freak.

El G never drags me to things I don't want to do, absent trips to Nogales, but I mean it's his family. And he's funded a lot of my crap lately, Madonna, Pearl Jam, etc... so I felt I owed him. And I have gone to Vegas for Barry for someone else I love dearly. Such a Fanilow He bought tickets to Radiohead in San Diego for a Tuesday night. We booked early lunchtime flights for the day out and were going to have Happy Hour or dinner with friends and take in this concert by the Bay.

Trouble started with the fact that our 40 minute flight was delayed 3 hours! So I spent my lovely afternoon off in Terminal 4, SkyHarbor, in a bar with a bunch of necks headed to Nashville. We make it to San Diego with few minutes to spare after checking into the fleabag motel, and getting a cab. El G reveals he has no idea where it is. "Some park near the bay I think". Nice. $35 in cab fare later driving around.. we find it. Translation: no dinner, no happy hour, no seeing friends. Hot dog and water instead. Eeww.... The concert itself was unoffensive. F'ing beautiful venue by the way. Water, skyline, etc. SO the weather was awesome and the crowd was cool, all hippies and other GW hating-types. The band is fine, just not interesting to me. I saw some girl get "bum-rushed" by her friend for no apparent reason, and the victim was laid out and maybe got really hurt. She didn't move for some time and they took her out in an ambulance. I did a lot of people watching. El G confiscated my cell phones so I would pay attention. It was long and boring. The fans were like they were at church, hushing everyone and stuff. "Hey man, you're talking during the best band in the world you know?" And they DID NOT play any songs that I would even recognize. No "Creep" or "Karma Police". Sometimes, I wish I was a stoner.

Some really drunk kid was behind us and he kept yammering on and on about his obsession with Johnny Depp. This kid was young though, cuz when I made my "Electricity is not sexy, I hate electricity! It killed my parents" reference, he didn't get it CRYBABY Kids these days! Sidenote, I love that man. Makes me so weak...what I wouldn't do for a bucking bronco from him. Jokes.

Anyway, we get back to fleabag and get to bed. No blumpkin like we planned as El G just wasn't feeling it. Settled for swimmer's ear instead. (See this month's GQ).

Up at the crack of dawn to make it to return flight. Mother F'ing C8ck Sucking Flight CANCELLED. 4 more hours at the airport before we made it home. Long story short, what a complete shit two days. San Diego is awesome and that should have been cool. If only we had gone to see Pink Martini.