Kerry and Spiff

The fantastic Kerry Mullins and her spiffy friend Jon…aka Spiff came down from L.A. last evening for a visit.

For dinner, I took them to my favorite San Diego hang out. The fabulously kitschy 50’s Beach n’ Diner on Coronado Island.

While we were looking over the menus, I got a call from Marc, the guy I met two nights ago at Henry’s. At first, I thought he was being kind of sketchy on the phone. Asking questions like, “Where are you sitting in the restaurant?” and “What did you order?” Questions that were border line, “The call is coming from inside the house.”

But then he said, “Look up!” And ta-daaah! There he was with his friend standing in front of the diner.

I never fare well when I am caught off guard. And so, true to form, I started having a stroke while I was trying to introduce everyone.

I passed Kerry's intro with flying colors. But for the life of me, I could not think of Jon’s name.

JON! His name is JON! Could he have a simpler name to remember? It’s not like he goes by something like Agamemnon Punxsutawney Phil the III! Whiff - swing and a miss.

Ok go-go-Gadget brain power…

I got Marc’s name OK but my damn brain stroked again and I was firing blanks on his friend’s name. (ADAM! Yet another mind-boggling, brain teaser of a name)

…engine sputters and dies.

I felt like such a tard-face. Super nice and fun guys, well Jon is at any rate. Adam, the jury is still out...

On Halloween, his costume involved the haulage of a dildo, which he wagged in my face several times - I have tepid feelings towards men with dildo batons.

Anyways, aside from me having Alzheimer’s, dinner was lovely.

After we ate, me, Jon, and Kerry went and played in the Hotel del Coronado, then frolicked on the beach.

I have been to this beach three times now, all at night, and I have yet to ever leave with dry pants. Good times, friends.