Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Another winter storm has hit much of the Northeast. It is so cold, people were shaking like Sam Nunberg waking up hungover realizing he did all those interviews drunk.

An Australian man found a 132-year-old message in a bottle. The message just said, “Tell Sting this would make a great song,” signed, Larry King.” 

The good news is North Korea has invited South Korean diplomats for a dinner. The bad news it is BYOD. Bring Your Own Dachshund. 

Between Sam Nunberg, Stephen Miller, Steve Bannon and Omarosa, you can’t help but be impressed by the people Donald Trump chooses. Just kidding. We’re screwed.

Today is National Oreo Day. Fun fact: did you know lining up a trial of Oreos to the podium is how they get Sarah Huckabee Sanders to talk to the press? 

One of the most impressive rookies at the NFL combine is linebacker, Shaquem Griffin, who has one hand. Even the scouts were giving him a High-Zero. 

The President of China declared himself president-for-life and Donald Trump thinks he should too. Interesting from a guy who might not be president-for-the-next-news-cycle.

Happy National Oreo Day, the 107th anniversary of the Oreo cookie. Finally something even the Trump White House can unscrew.

Happy National Oreo Day. Between porn star, Stormy Daniels and “Playboy” Playmate, Karen McDougal, Even if it is just an Oreo, it will be nice to have Trump unscrew something for a change. 

Since you asked: 

Do I really need to point out the difference between George Clooney and the rest of us? But it is really the difference between when someone has luck going their way, so it just keeps going and going. And going.

Luck likes luck. 

George and his drinking buddy, Rande Gerber, who, speaking of luck. happens to be married to Cindy Crawford, decide to go drinking down in Cabo San Lucas. 

Personally, I have been to Cabo San Lucas at least ten times. Two windsurfing trips, a trip with my wife, Virginia and friends, two bachelor parties and the rest boys trips. 

Cabo San Lucas is magical. It is at the tip of a Peninsula with the Sea of Cortez on one side and the Pacific Ocean on the other. Cabo San Lucas has a magical old Hollywood-like stuck-in-the-50’s feel to it.  

What kind of magic does Cabo San Lucas hold? A buddy of mine was staying at a hotel, Dos Delfines, (two dolphins) on the beach. The hotel was nice but not too expensive, and my buddy was sitting out by the pool with his girlfriend. Who walks out to the pool wearing a big black hat, a leopard-skin cape, a cane for looks and a Speedo? Keith Richards clutching with his own personal bottle of Jack Daniels. My friend asks Keith for a shot, Keith happily pours one for him.

That’s Cabo. 

So George and Rande - with a fricken E - go down there, go out to a nice restaurant and start talking to the bartender. He offers them a shot of their own homemade tequila. It is good. They buy a few bottles. They decide to make more. They build a small distillery. They call the tequila Casamigos. 

Long story short, George and Rande’s mom and pop tequila company they started for fun on vacation, Casamigos, gets bought out for about one billion dollars.

Like I said, I have been to Cabos ten times. Have had crazy times at the Giggling Marlin, Squid Row and Cabo Wabo, the joint owned by Sammy Hagar. But the most fun is always at small, local bars.

Ran into a UCSB track buddy and we had a foot race in front of the Giggling Marlin which I won despite cutting my foot on a broken beer bottle. Went windsurfing up the road at Los Barrilles, (the barrels) where dolphins breached alongside my board. 

But to the best of my recollection, I did not go out drinking one night and end up selling a tequila company for one billion dollars.