This one’s for you, San Diego, my home for the past three days. Sort of.
After re-watching Anchorman for the 712th time I can’t tell you how much I want to head over to Tino’s to hear Ron Burgundy play jazz flute.
But I can’t. I can’t even throw a burrito at Jack Black on the bridge because the bridge is located in Long Beach. Maybe they didn’t get permission to film on the bridge to Coronado Island.
Speaking of which, that’s the most depressing object in San Diego. Seriously, can we have one more sign providing the number to the suicide hotline and urging us not to jump? Is this a common phenomenon in San Diego – people throwing themselves from the bridge?
In any event, today’s song is connected only because it appears on the soundtrack for Anchorman and at the end of the movie. And it always makes me think of wood paneling and fully mirrored walls like in my parents’ den in Panorama City some 30 years ago.
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