I had a few with The Barkeep tonight. Downtown. The normal place. If I ramble you can figure out why. I took notes though. He went to the Republican Convention this week at the Capitol. Here’s my version of what he said:
The big fight was about whether or not the GOP would endorse. That’s all anyone flapped their gums about all damn weekend. Everyone supported an open way of endorsing in congressional and state races. So they got behind their closed doors and decided how to do it (har har har). Seems we have to endorse now because they passed a law that says the top two in those races get to go to November no matter if it’s two Republicans, two Democrats, or two Peace and Freedom hippies…
A dozen San Diego Republicans tanked up at the bar at night on Saturday. What did I learn? Although there is some talk here, most of the San Diegians at the bar think Fletcher stays in the Mayor’s race and that he has a shot. A vocal minority in the corner thinks that’s horseshit and he’s out. Wyland thinks Garrick should run for Supervisor against Slater, and Garrick listens and nods. Mark Muir from Encinitas is looking to run for Assembly, escorted by Stocks. Much talk of what happens to the seat Fletcher holds when it’s carved up.
Overall the girls are younger and easier on the eyes… but so are the men so no good for me.
Can’t write another word off to bed. Maybe the second half of the notes sheet tomorrow.