Tomorrow's the End of the World

I've really got to get better at being more frequent with these posts. Week long summaries aren't easy. It's been 9 days since my last post and there's no way I'm gonna remember everything but I'll try to hit the high points. I think I've discovered a new spot that definitely turns all chill levels to 11: Tobacco World. I can't even take credit for it cuz it's Bruce's spot, but what a great place to chill with friends and smoke a great cigar. The best part is you can bring your own beer and/or liquor and enter total chillax mode for an afternoon while the rest of the outside world is working. So last Wednesday that's exactly what we did. Bruce and Dave had lunch at B&J;'s while I had lunch with my friend Jessica, and then I met up with them (pictured below) for cigars at my new favorite spot. And then, of course, the good times rolled over into Politics for a few hours, then back to B&J;'s, and then finally On The Border where i met up with a whole other group of firefighters and chilled the rest of the night enjoying OTB's ultra late and seemingly never ending happy hour. You'd think I'd have more than 2 pictures to document this marathon, but no. All in all, I left my place at 1 pm, came back at 1 am and had lots of fun inbetween. I'm the master of the 12 hour lunch.
 
 
Then, after a chill shift at work on Friday came the weekend. As I was getting ready to go home Saturday morning I called Bruce and invited him to breakfast. (I forgot he was off that shift). Fortunately he was already up at 7:45 (something I'd never do on my day off) and decided to join anyway. We hit Rudy's (pictured left). Have you ever had a brisket, egg and jalapeno sausage taquito for breakfast? Multiply that by two and you'll have experienced my own personal heaven from that morning. Delicious. And the best part: Bruce paid. (Note to self: always invite Bruce to breakfast). My Saturday was otherwise uneventful, but only because i knew of the festivities that were to come Sunday. And Sunday definitely delivered. It was the Cowboys vs Steelers showdown party at a firefighter's house in Portland. Hyland drove into town and arrived at my place around 1. We took off to Portland, arrived at the house, made our way upstairs to the man cave, 3 o'clock kickoff arrived, and we sat back and watched an incredible game. God I hate that I forgot my new camera at my house. I'd have all kinds of great shots with the guys. Oh well. I did have a moment of clarity and atleast got the most important 8 seconds of the afternoon.
 
After that great overtime win, Hyland and I spread the love first to Politics, then over to Murdock's and lastly closed it out at Molly's. My favorite bartender Kaely was there, and we were joined by my friend Jaime (pronounced "Jay-me" not "Hi-meh") to close out a great Sunday. I don't know what in the world we talked about, but I swear the entire night we never had 2 seconds of silence between us. Lots of laughs, good times, and suddenly i had a red head sitting in my lap. Now that was a Sunday Funday.
 
Monday was an unusually quiet shift at work. Went to the shop in the morning for a bit, and only had a couple of calls. But I did get 2 texts. From Bruce: "Hey, Dave wants to do B&J;'s tomorrow for lunch." From Kent: "Pint night tomorrow night. Surf Club. Be there." Here we go again.
 
What a fun day Tuesday became. Bruce had to go out of town suddenly so Frank took his place for lunch with me and Dave. I got to see my Marhonda (aka Future Mrs. Cantu) working at B&J;'s and enjoyed a delicious pizza with the guys that Frank paid for (proof positive that it really is the end of days). Next stop: Tobacco World. Cigars, 21 year old scotch, and great company. We were joined by a fellow firefighter Duane Blohm who, by looking at him, you'd never guess the tough time he's going through. I have nothing but respect for that guy. Every once in awhile you have a moment that as it's passing you realize you're going to remember it forever. This was one of those moments. Couldn't help but feel inspired after spending that time with him and seeing him in such good spirits. Great afternoon with great friends and closed it out with a cruise down Ocean Drive in Frank's cherry red corvette. That was a perfect Tuesday afternoon I won't forget.
 
 
 

Frank, Duane, Dave & Me

 
Tuesday afternoon turned into Tuesday night and the group of friends who gathered over at Surf Club and later spilled over into Mulligan's put a really good cap on a great day. Aaaaaaaaaand Jaime found my lap again. It's probably a very comfortable lap.

This cowboy's gaze has just burned into your soul. You're welcome.

 
 
And that finally gets us caught up to today. Truck Day at the station and a handful of calls. Life is good. Tomorrow is the end of days according to the Mayan calendar so I'm pretty happy with the life I've had. Lots of great experiences and lots of fun with great friends and good times. And just in case I survive the massive rain of hellfire that will surely pelt Earth into oblivion tonight at midnight, tomorrow we're having an End Of Days party at B&J;'s. Lookin forward to it ;)
 
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