The view from my barstool today is one of raindrops, not falling in my head or even in my beer for that matter, but close enough to have me comfortably planted here for a while.
Personally, I don’t like rain. I’m not the type who likes to go to a pub to curl up by the fireplace with a good book in my hand, only wishing to be disturbed when I wish to refill my pint. No, that’s not for me and as much as I enjoyed my time in London, I was glad to get out of there before the weather got really nasty.
No, I am a sunshine guy. I am at my best when the outdoors is warm and dry and the beer is cold. I prefer to be wearing flip flips to galoshes.
So with all this non-stop rain – storm after storm after storm has turned the Golden State into the Go Get Another Bucket State – how does a fair-weathered bar blogger fare?
Well thankfully, there are a few things I am doing to keep my spirit(s) intact. And let me say that here in the San Diego Gaslamp Quarter we are not having any flooding, landslides nor experiencing any power outages and nobody has their doorway covered in 10 feet of snow. So in relative terms, we’ve got it easy here.
Plus, it’s March Madness season. Normally I would be sitting on a barstool watching the games while simultaneously looking at my bracket saying “why did I pick that team? What was I thinking!?” I’m still doing the latter, but mainly from a barstool at PubClub.com’s World Headquarters while scrambling to find what channels TNT and TruTV are on my cable TV provider. Like most Americans, I only watch those channels once a year.
March is also St. Patrick’s Day and I slopped up to Balboa Park on the previous Saturday for San Diego’s St. Patrick’s Day Festival. Heard some really good Irish music bands but it was damp day and the enthusiasm from anyone not on stage was dampened, as well.
The key is to get out when the opportunity and weather permits it. A few weeks ago, in between the storms, I went to a rugby match in the city’s shiny new football stadium. It wasn’t the wild mud-slinging event I had anticipated (and indeed, hoped for) but it was entertaining enough.
I have enjoyed the local bands at the local pub, Patrick’s in the Gaslamp, on weekend nights and in a few days the wild Bartender’s Weekend is here and that will provide enough bar hopping to last me until whenever our typical California weather returns to us.
And that’s the thing, it will return. The Golden State will be golden again, the flowers will bloom, the birds will sing and things will be humming along in the bars and at many events and festivals all up and down the coast. There will just be a few more rainy days and nights on the barstool before it happens.
Tho if it doesn’t happen soon, I may just have to go on Emergency Vacation.