good talk

San Diego has had these old, torn-up streets, with big-holes, for over 20 years, their younger-people were born into this and think those are supposed to be that way (?)  San Diego is playing the Merry Widow, everyone was tired of the Chargers and their losing-ways, Qualcomm has the 2nd largest parking-lot in the country, and surrounding-land, in a halfway-decent area, it'll be a multi-bil development.  Last Sunday, I asked a real-cute girl to the ballpark, with the Padres being 3-hitted by the Rockies.  Petco is beautiful, and in the Gaslamp, otherwise the Padres themselves would-be asked to leave.  Yesterday, I went to the fair.  I enjoy communing with the animals, the many types of wonderful-sheep, the beautiful cows, sort-of light on pigs this year, I love pigs.  For the bull-judging, a strong, graceful, gait, and impressive testicular development, wins one points.  I look at all the products being sold, nothing gets into the Del Mar Fair, without it being quality.  I'm out there all-day, 12 hours.  And I saw someone who'd I'd been dying to, for a long-time, Toby Keith. Toby was unduly ruff on the Dixie Chicks, he's never done nuthin' to me, the big fella is an American institution.  It was a dinner-show, optional, packed, at Bing and Pat's racetrack.  I've long-admired Toby's songs, singing, and videos, he and his 9-member band, played for 2 hours, and boy, were they good.  "Whiskey Girl", "As Good As I Once Was" (epitome of a Country song, the mournful lilt), in the video he thinks he might be making-it with twins, and takes 2 Viagra.  It was a 30ish crowd, but there'd be