I had a busy day one weekend. It started by going to the KUSI studio. They wanted to talk to me on their morning news program about parties. I felt awkward on a day when the big stories were the new Pope and a finger in chili at Wendy's. It was hard to wake up so early on a weekend. The green room was interesting. A few combs and brushes and lots of gels and sprays for your hair. I couldn't figure out why there were feathered boas in the corner. Were they for guests who felt they were a little underdressed? The priest who was the guest before me didn't wear one, so I didn't either.
My segment started off shaky. I told the newscaster that women out there should realize the camera adds 70 pounds. That threw him off.
The interview went well. My mom said I was funny but that my forehead looked shiny. Maybe that's why the newscasters kept slapping on powder during commercial breaks.
When they let me out the door after my segment, the gate wouldn't open in the parking lot. I had to bang on the doors for five minutes. They let me back in, and I left through the main lobby. After a woman opened the door and said goodbye, I found the front doors were locked. And I couldn't go back from where I came because that door locked behind me. For almost 10 minutes I knocked on the windows and doors to no avail. I called 4-1-1 on my cell, but my phone battery was dying. I got a number for KUSI, and it was a recording. I called a friend who ended up getting a newsline, and I was soon rescued.
From there, I went to a skate park opening. The Rancho Peñasquitos Skate Park had their ribbon-cutting ceremony. It's a great location, off the 56 freeway near a plaza. No neighbors to complain.
Police were all over the streets doing crowd control. Probably a good idea since kids were skating up from all different directions, and Carmel Mountain Road has a lot of traffic.
There were also two ambulances standing by.
I was surprised to see Mayor Dick Murphy. This might have been the last event he was at before his resignation. He grabbed the microphone and said, "I was gonna skate today, but my neck is in the shop."
When Councilman Scott Peters was talking, a few of the younger kids said, "Are these old people going to be talking all morning? When are they going to just let us skate?"
He said this was the third skate park in San Diego (the others being in Ocean Beach and Logan Heights).
When he was done speaking and ready to cut the ribbon, they had a kid skate through it instead. A few professional skaters were doing demonstrations before they let everyone else in. The line to get in was long.
This used to be a park-and-ride, and it's now all concrete and wood structures that kids can skate on. There was a long list of rules, including an age requirement -- six or older. It looks like the new skate park will be a success.
I haven't been on a skateboard since 1984, so I grabbed a hot dog and started to leave. As I was leaving, a group of kids asked if I was from a skateboard magazine. One said, "If you are, I'll catch some serious air. You'll get the best photos." I asked them how often they'd be coming here, and one blonde kid who looked to be 15, said, "Dude, my mom might have to forward my mail here. I'm living at this place for the next few months."
I had a few errands to run but was able to catch a quick nap before heading to a party in Hillcrest. Eli Gilbert gave me the wrong directions (he told me to turn right instead of left, but I wasn't lost for long).
I pulled up as five guys were leaving. I found out they were just going to the garage to look at the Subaru that Eli recently bought. These guys all belonged to an international Subaru club. I said, "All I know about Subarus is that they have those weird seats in the back that face the opposite direction." They told me all about the races they are involved in, and a bald guy named Brett offered to take me to the track. Eli's car had spoilers on the back and I said, "Are those just for looks, or do they make the car go faster? I would think the more you have on a car, the more friction you'd get with the wind." Brett said, "If you are going under 80, spoilers slow you down. Faster than that and they're beneficial." He then went into a very detailed explanation that went over my head. One of the words I remember him using was "vortex."
As we were admiring Eli's new car, which looked like it would need a lot of work before it was ready for the track, three girls pulled up. One guy said, "Now the party can start." Eli offered to parallel park their car. After they made a few attempts, they took him up on his offer.
I asked the guys if they get a lot of speeding tickets. They all shook their heads no. One said, "We save our speed for the track. Why waste the money paying tickets?"
There was a karaoke machine at the party. Eli was making people sign up to sing. I asked him who his favorite singers were. "Billy Idol and David Bowie." I can understand Bowie, but Billy Idol?
One couple got up and sang "Love Shack." I would end up hearing that song another two times in the course of the evening, but it wasn't for lack of selection. They had a book filled with songs. When a girl walked around having us sign up, I told her I couldn't sing. She said, "You have to. Just write a song down." I wrote "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida." She said, "What the hell is that? I don't think we have it."