Sunday May 23rd
I got up at 6am and had to rush to get showered and packed. I didn't get a chance to pack or do some extra laundry the night before because I went to J's birthday party at her dad's place. J is K's daughter and I think she was turning 19 or something. It was a pretty good b-day party. We had a lot of fun with her family, especially her gay uncle and his friends.
Uncle Dan is a big jokester and he always has everyone cracking up. Uncle Dan's jokes combined with The Funk's drinking made for an entertaining night. The Funk was really pushing his "low carb" drink on everyone. Some people liked it but others didn't. Even when a few of them voiced their preference for different drinks, The Funk ignored them and made his drink anyway. He went through a bottle of Bacardi Limon in no time and went to the store to get another.
The Funk got a lot of people drunk, one girl to the point of being totally out of control. The Funk got completely hammered himself and was having a little too much fun with the gay guys. The Funk is weird when it comes to being around gay people. He basically sees them as being a source of entertainment. On the one hand it's great that he doesn't want to beat them up or any of the other things that homophobes always threaten to do, but on the other I don't think laughing at gay people is exactly nice either.
Of course the manner in which he interacts with gay people comes off in completely the wrong way than he intends. He starts mimicking stereotypical gay mannerisms. He flicks his wrist when he's talking to them, puts on a feminine voice and a bunch of other really stupid things. The problem is that it's an internal joke that never has a visible punchline so it gets interpreted in the wrong way by the intended target. Of course I could be totally wrong and he could just be gay. Anyway, The Funk was smashed and really acing like a flaming homosexual much to the amusement of everyone.
At the end of the night it was clear that The Funk was in no shape to drive home so K and I agreed that I would drive them home in his car and then she could drive me back to pick up my car. When we got out to the parking lot The Funk was being very belligerent and refused to give up his keys. He was insisting that he was going to drive home and that K was going with him. It go to the point where I was actually wrestling with him and I thought it was going to turn into a full fledged fight. K eventually lost her temper and started yelling at him and took the keys away. She then made him sit in the passenger seat and we were able to drive home at midnight.
So that was the reason for my rushed Sunday morning.
I got on my way to San Diego at about 8:30am heading down 101, crossing over 152 to get to I-5 and then taking that all the way down to LA where I got on the 405, then back on I-5 all the way down to 805. I stopped twice. Once at the Burger King just north of LA. If you travel down to LA from the north you know what Burger King I'm talking about. It's the one just before you get to the 405. I stopped again at this rest stop near Oceanside. I was only about a half hour away from San Diego at that point but it was still very early, like 3:30, and I didn't want to get to my Aunt's house too soon. The view from this rest stop was also very nice. I stayed there for about an hour, napping in the car and then drove the rest of the way to my Aunt's house.
8:41 p.m. - 2004-05-28
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