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Medford, Oregon sucked. At some point I was on the balcony in my underwear with a cigar and a beer yelling at ESPN after I saw that Seattle was swept by Oakland. (Raise your hand if you were drunk-dialed by me!) And for whatever reason, I was in kind of rotten mood after a pretty cool day. But pizza and cartoons. Especially the cartoons make me smile.
Now I'm in the San Jose Marriott mooching off Jason and his superior's funding for this whole transfer. Last night we went to this great Italian place and had a bottle of wine from Napa Valley I picked out. Yeah, so apparently they don't card people here. We went to some hotel called the Montgomery for more drinks and more cigars while sitting on a lounge outside. Then we saw Nacho Libre and it was almost too much for me.
I'm really digging this city.
Now uh, I don't know what we're doing today. Jason is looking for apartments downstairs and I'm obviously using the complimentary internet at this fine hotel. I just know that it's really hot and that Great America and the Pacific Ocean are extremely close by.
Now I'm in the San Jose Marriott mooching off Jason and his superior's funding for this whole transfer. Last night we went to this great Italian place and had a bottle of wine from Napa Valley I picked out. Yeah, so apparently they don't card people here. We went to some hotel called the Montgomery for more drinks and more cigars while sitting on a lounge outside. Then we saw Nacho Libre and it was almost too much for me.
I'm really digging this city.
Now uh, I don't know what we're doing today. Jason is looking for apartments downstairs and I'm obviously using the complimentary internet at this fine hotel. I just know that it's really hot and that Great America and the Pacific Ocean are extremely close by.