I Bought Beers for My Girlfriend Forgetting She’s Not Here – Taking Pictures of Old Guys – Responding to Stranger’s Comment

Alright!

I posted my breakfast on Reddit.

Let’s see if it makes it to the front page.

I doubt it.

But let’s see.

This was my breakfast yesterday:

The Freiburger®: meat patty, white American cheese, fries, coleslaw, mayo, on King Hawaiian Rolls, and topped it off with an egg. I like The Hangover breakfast a bit better. Fries were a nice touch, but the coleslaw wasn’t.

Breakfast at around 2 pm. Yep.

And then I had a cup of ramen noodles near midnight (Maruchan).

Yep.

I know about nutrition.

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And yes.

I also drank three beers. Four total.

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A “stranger” commented on yesterday’s post basically saying how my long distance relationship is not going to work with the effort I put in, or some shit like that. I’m not sure if he has followed this blog or knows about my relationship at all. But that was uncalled for. I wanted to reply. But I rarely reply in comments (I barely get comments). But fuck you asshole. You have no idea how I and my girlfriend are.

And how I treat this blog.

I treat this shitty blog as if it was a job. Though I am aware it isn’t. I don’t get paid. I just word vomit. But it’s a project that I started November of last year and it’s coming to an end soon.

The deal is I write 1,000 words a day (preferably in the morning). I’ve only skipped around 20 times this year, and many were during a vacation where there was no WiFi.

So yeah.

I did not have time to talk to my girlfriend on the phone that morning because I needed to finish this crap and get ready to go to cross the border and work.

We still texted throughout the whole fucking day.

And I wanted to call her at night, but she didn’t want too (or more like she didn’t want to make noise).

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It was also only Day 2 without her. It’s been less than a weekend. It still doesn’t feel like she’s gone.

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And I’m an idiot… I actually forgot that she was gone…

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Yesterday, while I was at Ballast Point brewery in Scripps Ranch for an upcoming story… I started looking at their fridge and was grabbing a six-pack for me to share with her.

I started grabbing beers exclusively for her that I think she would like. I started texting her the beer choices… and then I realized…

FUCK SHE’S NOT HOME!

I don’t give my girlfriend flowers (well, I did on her birthday), but most of the time I bring her beer.

That hit me hard.

The realization that I wasn’t going to share beers with her. That she wasn’t going to be home when I got there. That I go back to an empty apartment. I don’t even have a roommate.

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At least Bisho is here.

Bisho is always here.

Meow.

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I also realized that I need friends.

For the whole year, I basically just hung out with my girlfriend every day and night. There were just a couple of nights that we didn’t spend together (because I was in San Diego working). And there were only just a couple of days that I hung out with guy friends without her.

That’s it.

So now that she’s gone. And my roommate is gone… I have nothing.

Friends are gone as well.

All I have is Bisho and beer.

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Yesterday, I crossed the border around noon. Got to my brother’s place for the car. He wasn’t there. Went out for lunch. No problem. I waited hungry as fuck since I didn’t eat before crossing.

Got the car. Went straight to Dog Haus for the aforementioned burger breakfast.

Went to Brozo’s place to drop off a Halloween costume that my roommate used last year (or two years ago..?)

And straight to Scripps Ranch.

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Got to the meeting spot ten minutes early.

I waited for the old guy.

He was nice. But really confused as to why he was on the Reader. I told him it mentioned him and had some quotes about his daughter growing up in Scripps Ranch. He was still weirded out about it.

I got some quick shots and done!

I asked him if he knew the other old dude. He said “that guy is like really old. Like really really old. And deaf.”

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Great. I had to find the older guy.

I asked around to see if people knew where he lived and they told me at the end of the road by the cul de sac.

I knocked on a door and it wasn’t it.

My editor did me the favor to call the house and they did answer the phone to her! I called more than a dozen times and they never answered. She got me the address.

I was two houses off.

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They were ready for me.

And boy were they old!

Really nice old couple. You could say the nicest cute old couple.

But they also had no idea what I was talking about or what I was doing.

The old dude asked me who I was several times and who I worked for. And yes. He was really deaf (and confused). The wife told me they never answer calls with unknown numbers.

After taking several pictures he just said, “bye then!”

I thought that was hilarious.

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Mission accomplished.

After that, some nice pics of the area to complete the job.

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Sunset was nothing special. No clouds. No pretty colors. Just basic sunset.

I went around and took over 200 pics though. Not sure if they will use a picture for the cover or an illustration. I already got paid. And I believe I did a more than decent enough job.

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I picked up my brother a bit late. Sorry, bro. I had to take sunset pics.

He was watching the World Series at Karl Strauss and I told him I would pay for his beer.

We came back home to Tijuana. He dropped me off in my apartment and I grabbed my six-pack of beer to not share with my girlfriend who is away and started watching the game.

What a great fucking game!

Movie finale!

It was way better than game one. Not only because the Astros won. It was just a really entertaining dramatic ending. It’s going to be a great series. I’m willing to throw some money in the last game.

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I picked up this beer for my girlfriend:

I haven’t drunk it.

I sort of already want it. But I’ll wait until sunset.

This was the six-pack.

Sorry. Blurry shitty pic. I drank three of these while watching the World Series and then, editing hundreds of pictures.

The only thing I would do different is not buying two Sour Wench blackberry ales. It was good, but sweet, and not enough sour. I wanted sourer. My girlfriend wouldn’t like it. The Watermelon Dorado is deceiving in that is sweet (like a Jolly Rancher) but super heavy in alcohol. The Pineapple Sculpin is great.

I should make an album of the San Diego beers I took pictures of.

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I wish I could be sharing beers with her.

That’s we do best.

And then Netflix.

That’s kinda all we do.

Sigh.

Day 2 and night 3 over.

Day 3.

I don’t have much to do today. The important work has been taken care off. Next week I have a lot of work. Like a lot.

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Hungry.

I need breakfast.

And work out.

And shower.

And figure out more work.

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