Snagged this one last Friday while driving to Weinerschnitzel for lunch with Sweepea. Have no idea what it’s for, but anything with my name in it is fine with me.
UPDATE: Guess it’s just some crappy independant inspirational movie.. Oh well..

Just a couple quick shots from last weekend down in Whale’s Vagina..
1. My accidental Zoolander face from our seats. (I tried smiling and looked even dorkier than I always do, so I end up with Serious Football Guy).
2. Our view from literally the last row of Qualcomm.. Actually ended up being great seats as we could stand behind them, smoke, get plastered and laugh at the methed up SD fans next to us.
3. One of the coolest beer bongs I’ve ever seen as we were leaving the stadium. Unfortunately, didn’t get to take part.

So after a crappy Saturday night that did not involve nearly enough sex drugs or rock and roll, Captain Kitchen and I hit the road to San Diego around 8:45AM to catch the Charger vs. Pittsburg game at 5PM. The plan was to catch the Bears game at a bar in Pacific Beach and then head over to the parking lot of Qualcomm Stadium. Once there we will meet up with Lou and Rex as well as J-Unit and B-Side from TVgasm for some extensive tailgating that may or may not include the mass consumption of barley flavored wine. It was Gonna be a long day Tater.

Couple of hot (well for football fans anyway) chicks at the bar that Kitchen and I went in San Diego to watch the Bear Game. Couple of SD tool bag dudes bought them shots which they promptly gave to us. They knew WAY too much about football to be sexy. I though the one on the left was going to Bull Rush Kitchen when he made a joke she did not care for.

Kitchen felling the effects of the early morning ride…or it could be the Bloody Mary bar we hit at 10:30AM.

The Black and Gold were well represented by the fans. Too bad big Ben and Co. could do the same on the field.

The view from the VIP parking entrance. Kitchen’s brother is some big time mobster in San Diego and he has all the parking lots on lock down.

One of Rex’s illegitimate sons was releasing himself on a chair next to us. Funny Rex did the same thing when he got there later. It was precious.

Lou and the boys were late coming down because they were up all night smoking crack, but a group of Lou’s ex girlfriends showed up to sing him a song. It is cute to see them grow over the years.

Kitchen is always the life of the tailgate. One time he and his roommate did an organized dance routine to a Backstreet Boys tune in the parking lot of the Rose Bowl. Genius.

After a plane, trains and automobliesque trip, B-Side, J-Unit, Lou & Rex finally join us in the parking lot where they are getting by a drunk me and handed beers with one simple instruction…CATCH THE FUCK UP.

Right before entering the game we paused for a SorryIGotDrunk family photo. If you think this isn’t going to be our Christmas card this year you are fucking crazy for thinking we would even consider Christmas cards.

Finally the game. At this point I start to lose a little bit of my memory. Lou calls his black outs, I call mine Selective Memory Deletions. I probably do not want to remember my behavior at the game so my mind decided to erase big chunks of it.
All and all it was the kind of day you would expect from us, the kind that take you 4 days to recover from and write about. And we would not have it any other way.
This is Lazlo saying, You stay classy San Diego… and drunk.