Independence Day

Today, Mexico celebrated its birthday.

This is after the weekend from hell in which I had to deal with a loudmouthed person who admitted to a tendency to violence.  It was also obvious we have zilch in common after he fumed about being taken to a despedida where the performers were doing their thing in Spanish in San Diego.  Personally, I think he needs to go back to the Louisiana swamps, put on his klan hood and leave everyone else alone.  But I can't say that.  Long story.

Did I mentioned I then got atomic gripe?  No fun since I cannot shake a cold.

OK, back to the birthday celebration.  The actual party is the night before when all Mexico goes out for a few and scream, "VIVA MEXICO!"  For the past three years, I have been out celebrating amongst them.  I also did it once before.

What I also have noticed as that I celebrate Mexican Independence Day with more gusto than its US counterpart.  There are probably two reasons for that.  First my mother was born on the Fourth of July and we are estranged.  Second Rick died on July 5 and July 3 was a very gut wrenching day for me as well as some of his relatives who saw him one last time before he died.

So I guess I have a new tradition - and that is a good thing.

As I wait for a check

I realize I made the right move.

OK, the hand got forced, but I no longer am commuting to the desert and probably am the better person for it.  Although I have been waiting for a check, I at least am not hounded for money even though I tell someone that cash flow is a little tight and it has to wait.  It becomes just my problem.

I am, however a little hacked that someone dragged their feet in getting me a check and the represent now that I should be getting one via overnight mail by the end of the week.  A blow out is in order.

Did I mention my angel is watching after me.  Just as I thought I would be short until Friday, I got some money that will get me through.  Good move.

So, September will be busy and we shall see how things progress.

Fetish of the Day

Due to circumstances within and beyond everyone's control, I am in a sexual relationship with a guy that lives with his mom.

I'm cool with that, however that means a trip to a hotel if we want to do anything X rated.

You guessed it.  He is turned on by performing the act in a hotel room.

Needless to say, this kinkster is thankful for the invention of Priceline - especially since I have to do something in San Diego the Friday before pick a side and stick to it weekend because some I-5 work requires that the San Ysidro border crossing be closed.

Should make for a fun weekend.

Boy did I screw that one up.

If you are looking for future dispatches from the Desert in this blog, I have bad news for you.

That might not happen.

As you may know, I agreed to split my time between the desert and San Diego for another year in April.  Within about four days, the housemate made it clear that I made a mistake because he decided to have one of his bipolar episodes and take it out on me.

May rolls around.  He finds love in a fifth wheel trailer in the middle of nowhere in San Bernadino County.  Asking me to take him there and back was reasonable.  Saying that when we went out I was only expected to be a minder for him while he gets stark raving drunk to the point of blacking out wasn't.  Insisting I pay for the bottle of Jack Daniels Mr. Fifth Wheel wanted was definitely unreasonable.

Did I mention for the second year in a row, he didn't bother to take me out on my birthday, even though I took him out to celebrate his?  I say that because even when the Amate was flat broke, he managed to take me out for drinks to celebrate my birthday (No, I don't know how he did it.)

I head back to San Diego to get stuff done.  I am greeted with a text asking if  I give him money so he could financially bail out Mr. Fifth Wheel.  I said no.  I got a text saying, "Stay in San Diego."

Of course the next day, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, "HELLO, TIJUANA!  THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!"  As I started pounding pavement, I get an apology and a request to come back and meet his mom (a really nice, smart woman by the way.)

Mommy and I see eye to eye on certain things about him.  He is upset that we do.

He also got sexually frustrated and spent two weeks using me as an emotional punching bag.  Ultimately that led to a trip to CCBC where I decided to fight back by engaging in as much sexual activity as I could.

He wasn't happy that I was getting laid and he wasn't.  OK who could not resist being asked to participate in a window show that you are ogling?

So I head back for SD Pride and a doctor appointment, and return to the desert for two weeks.

It was going well for a week and a half - then he was told by someone he met on line that they were not coming over to his place to have a sex fest.

He turned on me.

He insisted on my paying for a night out.

He then on that night out thwarted an assignation I was undertaking.

He then was hacked that I was leaving Sunday morning.

I leave Sunday morning and he texts, "Don't come back."

Don't worry, that won't happen.

At least I didn't say anything.

So, it's on to the next round.

Happy Birthday, Rick

Today would be Rick's 77th birthday if he were still alive.

Meanwhile in San Francisco, today is the day of the Pride Parade.  For every year except for the 2015 we hit every one.

I was thinking about it all day, and about we managed to have a good time even at the 2014 one in which our day was shorter because Rick wasn't feeling 100% well.  It was really sad to think about especially since in 2015 I displayed gallows humor as he was getting a bath and I noted he was getting a spa treatment for his birthday.  At that point he was progressively shutting down and the apartment felt more like the departure lounge than anything else.

I will probably think more about it over the next two weeks.

There are other stories, but I will save them for future posts.

Gov. Vega, You Are Forgiven

One of the current things going on in Baja California is a replating of all cars.

This means that it's out with the old and in with the new as far as license plates are concerned and I truly missed the old ones that paid homage to the wine industry in the state.  Honestly, I go, "Meh," when I see the new graphic plates.

I recently found out why this is happening.  There is now a new regulation in Mexico stating that the plates graphics cannot intrude on the plate number.  Makes sense, and the new design does just that.  So I won't complain too loudly about the new design.

That said, this regime has left it's mark and we will see what the next one does in two years.

Oh, No. It's the Bank Statement

I just spent a week and a half in Tijuana.

I also needed the ABA Number for my bank for another form.

This meant going online to get the number.  I saw my balance and noted it was higher than I originally thought - even with a charge that was unexpected.  I then looked at the statement's detail.  It turns out that I spent less money in Tijuana than I thought.  This even includes one night out on a date.

Something tells me, I should spend more time there - especially since there are two Sorianas with decent delis and one of them is a Hiper Soriana.

The other nice thing about my bank is that I get free ATM withdrawals in Mexico.

Guess that means I should spend more time there.