Ev'rybody's learnin' how.
You know, I start to think that San Diego might just be the worst place in the world, and then it flexes its muscle and starts to dance. Or something. People don't usually flex their muscles and start to dance. They usually do one or the other. Whatever people do to show that they can still bring home the bacon, that's what San Diego did today.
It started waking up in extremely hot San Diego weather, a trip to the coffee shop. I discovered, much to my extreme glee, that the coffee shop takes plastic money, and not just paper money, which will save me many-a-trip to 7-11 to get a cheap bottle of water and five bucks cash back to use at the coffee shop. As I was drinking my small coffee, some crazed looking woman, who was wandering around outside, stepped into the coffee shop just briefly, and then took off again. Well, getting up, I saw why she stepped in. She dropped some sort of poorly made religious fanatic flyer - advocating a national "Worship On Sunday" law, that would prohibit people from worshipping on other days, and would also give law enforcement the power to throw people in jail who "bore the mark of the beast" and didn't go to church on Sunday. It was a little freaky-deaky.
I decided that it was just too hot.
Too
Hot.
TOOOOO
HOOOOOOTTTTTT.
So I went to the beach.
Got a hell of a parking spot right next to the sand, and spent the next three hours soaking up rays and swimming in the surprisingly warm water. The water was still a little crimson from the phytoplankton, but it was very refreshing. I just bobbed up and down to the waves. Also, I survived a huge jelly fish drifting past my leg, and saw an honest-to-God shark swimming past my feet. (It wasn't that big, but it sure was a shark, all right.) Had a delicious chicken sandwich from a nearby deli, and eventually made my way back to my apartment (by way of the department, where I expected a $73 check from my ex-roommate, who is now on the road to wherever the hell he's going - check wasn't there, as usual; he's supposed to send it; let's hope he does). I'm at a different coffee shop now (with wireless), and just enjoying the day. Maybe I'll get a little writing done. Who knows! At the very least, I'll make myself a dinner of bacon and eggs and watch Three Days of the Condor.
It started waking up in extremely hot San Diego weather, a trip to the coffee shop. I discovered, much to my extreme glee, that the coffee shop takes plastic money, and not just paper money, which will save me many-a-trip to 7-11 to get a cheap bottle of water and five bucks cash back to use at the coffee shop. As I was drinking my small coffee, some crazed looking woman, who was wandering around outside, stepped into the coffee shop just briefly, and then took off again. Well, getting up, I saw why she stepped in. She dropped some sort of poorly made religious fanatic flyer - advocating a national "Worship On Sunday" law, that would prohibit people from worshipping on other days, and would also give law enforcement the power to throw people in jail who "bore the mark of the beast" and didn't go to church on Sunday. It was a little freaky-deaky.
I decided that it was just too hot.
Too
Hot.
TOOOOO
HOOOOOOTTTTTT.
So I went to the beach.
Got a hell of a parking spot right next to the sand, and spent the next three hours soaking up rays and swimming in the surprisingly warm water. The water was still a little crimson from the phytoplankton, but it was very refreshing. I just bobbed up and down to the waves. Also, I survived a huge jelly fish drifting past my leg, and saw an honest-to-God shark swimming past my feet. (It wasn't that big, but it sure was a shark, all right.) Had a delicious chicken sandwich from a nearby deli, and eventually made my way back to my apartment (by way of the department, where I expected a $73 check from my ex-roommate, who is now on the road to wherever the hell he's going - check wasn't there, as usual; he's supposed to send it; let's hope he does). I'm at a different coffee shop now (with wireless), and just enjoying the day. Maybe I'll get a little writing done. Who knows! At the very least, I'll make myself a dinner of bacon and eggs and watch Three Days of the Condor.
posted by dd0031 at 4:12 PM
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California!
during my trip to CA, i received a free copy of the first season of "The O.C." on DVD from my friend Stacey. i am HOOKED. but now i have to watch all 27 episodes, PLUS all of last season before the new season starts this fall. thats a lot of OCTV.
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