Monday, May 28, 2007

San Diego

San Diego is by far my most favorite location to date. To spare you all, and anyone from the city, I won't be pulling any Anchorman quotes or references in regards to the city, as much as I'd like to.

The main area of town that I got to experience was the La Jolla area, or The Jewel for those of you who don't habla the espanol. It is a good thing that after the place was named La Jolla, it didn't turn into some scummy area of town. Quite the opposite, the area lived up to the name and then some, as if there was a connection. Dylann, my Farm System Player, took me through the various streets of the main center, which was populated by more gelatos and fashionable chic shops than most streets in Italy. I checked my heterosexuality at the door, briefly, and indulged in a Tiramisu gelato cone which was delish. I mean, uhhhh...
Despite the ocean breeze chilling our ocean walk, we managed to take in some of the sights of the beach coves, seals, and squirrels that dominate the coastline of the area. At night we also went to a cougar den in Something Del Mar called En Fuego, or On Fire, for the aforementioned ones who don't hablo the espanol. As delicious as the food was and fun as the bar was, it couldn't compare to Jimmy O's, whose karaoke on a Tuesday Night had brought out the very best* in San Diego's populace.

Of the places I didn't get to experience was Coronado Island, home to the Navy Seal training facilities. There are certain things which all young boys share. Upon seeing the movie Red Dawn, they all know exactly where they would hole up should the Communists invade. They've all thrown the game winning touchdown in their backyard. They've all built elaborate forts with water for their toy soldiers specifically to shoot them down and splash into it. And they've all said at one point that they want to be a Navy S.E.A.L. After experiencing the late May weather and water temperature here, trust me-You can't hack it. There's a reason almost no one is a S.E.A.L., and that reason is that the training has got to be the most freezingly miserable experience on the face of the Earth. I'd recommend going to the beach and surfing instead, it is a lot more fun.


*best meaning drunken bankers and the women who love them.

1 comments:

Kevin said...

Dont forget your black shoes in the gas lamp district for after the game, and as ryan and james will vouche, Pacific Beach beats the heck out of shooting Jager in a parking garage to go to sleep. Also, make sure you have Broken Yolk omletes and mamosas as the best hangover cure ever, as this was the infamous birthplace of the mamosa.