Mandatory Bloggery- Travesura at Soda Bar, North Park; San Diego

The bub and his band Travesura came into town recently and played a show at Soda Bar...

The last time they played in San Diego I was so excited I blacked out before the show and broke a few windows in blind delight. Unfortunately, others in my clan didn't feel the same. 

So naturally, I was hellbent on seeing them perform this time around. 
Instagram post. 

Gotta swing by the bank first! The Larb needs his drinking money after all.

Shattered dreams.

This is what a hobos dreams are made of...

BBQ OR DIE!

Mandatory tri-tip.

Not sure why the pics in the blog are a little pixalated. I need a new fucking phone.

3G my fucking ass.

Tri tip sandwich with potato salad on it.

$10 cover charge to see the band play, an old class mate Mike Delgado was there. Coincidentally, Leo Romero first major video part was in Foundations "That's Life" and he skated to a band called "The Moving Units", which is a band Mike Delgado plays bass in.

Small fucking world.

That's Life

A couple of witty remarks and jokes there and then they were jamming.

Don't really know how to describe their sound, kinda like Bob Dylan with some blue grass roots meets Tom Waitts.

Love this song.

Drinking multiple shots of Fireball and chugging Racer 5 like it was going outta style. What could go wrong?

Sexy mutha fucka screaming his lungs out!

Somebody was tickling the ivorys.

Great time. I was digging it.

Old timey sit down guitarist.

Lovers.

Taking photos of people taking photos.

Panorama shot.

Poaching.

A real blast.

Hipster boots and drum set shot. Very North Park.

Killed it.

Glad I finally got to see them play. 

The look on Leos face says it all. I was definitely smelling a bit ripe.

Then HurricaneHeman came out. 

Bye Felicia.

Eat

Fucking

Fiend

-Sgt.Baconator

Video- Mustard Man 2009

Alot could be said about our birth place in Old Town....

.....Then again, alot can't be remembered too. We were just drinking 4Loko like crazy.

Came across this gem on WormTits' computer. This was back when he was filming every now and then with his ipod.

Living the Fast Life

Living the mustard life

Eat

Fucking

Fiend

-Sgt.Baconator   

EatFiend @ Luigis By The Beach & Tiki Adventure Mini Golf, Mission Beach

Been on the injury list as of late, nothing more could make the wife happier to have me all to herself....
So why not spend a day eating some good grub and having some fun in Mission Beach!

Our plan was to eat at Luigis on the Bay located in Mission Beach, 3210 Mission Boulevard 92109.

First we started off with some cheese sticks. Nice and crunchy on the outside, warm and gooey on the inside.

This place gets an automatic 5 stars for having ranch bottles at every table. You a restaurant owner with ranch bottles on yer table, eh? I say yous a mother fuckin' G!

I'm a man that loves his ranch.

Ranch dressing video of the week.

So here's the deal: Giant slice of cheese pizza (bigger than a small pie) $5.50, plus and extra $1.50 per topping. If you and a friend can eat a whole pie of this doughy, cheesy goodness in less than an hour, yer pie is free!

So greedy, I only needed one slice. Perhaps I could have eaten two slice if I didn't have any cheese sticks. But I gotta have my fucking cheese sticks. The fat kid inside me is the boss.

Then we walked across the street, past the roller coaster to our mini golf destination.

"Tiki Town Adventure Golf" located at 3116 Mission blvd. 92109. This is the old location of Emerald Shitty. Good riddance I say.

On the property, there is all kinds of adventerous structured fun and other shit.

Pass.

$8 per person to play a round of golf inside of the old Emerald Shitty building. I love mini golf, so the wife and I gave it a go.

It was weird right off the bat because there are no markers to put yer ball on. I guess I've been spoiled by Boomers.

Pineapple hut.

Dole. What the hell does that word mean?

A few animatronic talking things here and there...

Scary ass lizard.

Native.

I assume this is where employees go and fuck.

Gotta give it to them, they did make a cool environment.

Mini golf madness.

Kook.

There were alot of people, but it was nice to play in the shade. It was hot as fuck.

Cool interesting obstacles. No bottles of ranch dressing, though.

Obligatory golfer photo.

I didn't get it, but it gives me an excuse to go back.

The final hole was easily the most bad ass one.

Fuck it, not sure if we are coming back so we might as well get a dole whip anyway.

My first and it was goooooooooooooooooooood!

EatFiend

-Sgt.Baconator

Mandatory Bloggery- Chicken Chili and Poker

Poker night is probably my favorite post day tradition...

Biscuit lurking.

AT&T U Verse search engine cracks me up every time.

He sure does love them trees.

Handsome looking fucker.

While Biscuit roamed the garden, I harvested a bunch of produce from the garden to get started on the chili. I'm psyched I grew all of this shit.

Don't have any crushed red pepper flakes, but I do have a shit load of packets from getting pizza delivered. Busted all of these fuckers open and had more than enough.

Boiling some sweet corn.

Chopped to hell green onions.

Even as I write this, my plants are still popping out cherry tomatoes like crazy!

Fresh basil from the window sill, as seen in the first pic of this blog.

Red pepper flakes.

More spices.

Shaved the corn off the cob.

With about 3 pounds of chicken breast.

Usually when I make chilli, I like to mix it up with the bean section. Here, I'm dumping in a can of garbonzo beans. I think I like the name more than the bean itself.

One big ass onion, coming right up!

So I threw in all of the green onions and tomatoes and liquified that shit.

Cuisinart blenders are so good the job was done in about 40 seconds.

Dumped all of that shit into the pot.

Pepper.

Corn.

Chicken was looking good as fuck.

Chopped all of that chicken up.

Football was killing it as well. Go Pats!

Fucking amazing.

You know I had a bowl during poker time.

As usual, the competition was fierce.

Things were getting blurry.

Tournament ended. Time to blow more money playing cash games.

Not sure what the fuck we were playing here.

Sasquatch sighting.

Garage panorama shot. "No electronic devices at the poker table, please."

Craigosaur always leaves a happy man. Can't keep this crazy shiny diamond down.

EatFiend

-Sgt.Baconator