Mark and I played a thoroughly entertaining round of Disc Golf at Morley Field in San Diego with Boyd and Tony. These guys were classic. Boyd, the middle aged, very cool southern Californian, was plenty out spoken on a whole variety of topics—including the sexual indiscretions of his many employees. However, rest assured that the next time I’m looking for a “gentlemen’s house of pleasure” in Tijuana, I’ll know right where to go. Our other companion apparently had some similar interests, but Tony was much quieter and all around easier to connect with. Tony was also way better at disc golf than either of us. Tony’s Hispanic. He’s currently working two jobs to pay off the $500 ticket he got for driving without a license. In fact, he only got out to play because the woman whose yard he was supposed to be working in wasn’t home yet. Tony sounded like a good guy who’s making his way, and doing it by working way harder than I probably ever will.
We headed out across the bridge from SD to the Coronado Brewery. We enjoyed the place and while we didn’t get any comments on paper, we certainly dug the beer.
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