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Sunday.

After a lovely breakfast with the cuz, she showed us around Pacific Beach, drove through Mission Beach, and attempted to go to Ocean Beach — I love these names — but had to cut short our tour due to homework. Pacific and Mission both look like the beach towns in Delaware: a bit cluttered, a little worn, a lot of people, funny-named shops lining the main streets. After our good-byes, Mom and I headed to the main city. It was overcast.

I asked Chelle where we could find the gay in town, and she suggested Five Point and Gaslamp Quarter. We walked around the Gaslamp Quarter mostly and drove through random sections of town while looking for it. Most things are painted fruity colors and in different shapes. It makes for fun visuals.




There don’t seem to be a lot of fast food restaurants. At least, there aren’t many national chains. San Diego keeps it classy with the Hooters.



After walking around the shops of the area, we decided to head back to San Diego International Airport early. I was able to catch up on internet things there as they have FREE WIRELESS HUZZAH. The airport is nice in other respects: good food selection, nice people. The bad: not enough seating room or power outlets. The chairs are comfortable if you can get them.

We flew to Albuquerque last night and were waited on by Christian Bale-a-like-circa-american-psycho. He was super nice and gave me his number if I wanted to get in contact with an art professor he knows. I discovered the Jackie Earle Haley-a-like from the plane is actually a lot older when the lights came on. Still cool. Very friendly and has a Tigger jacket. Yes.

We got to our Albuquerque hotel last night in the wee hours and slept for ten hours. Hell yes. Next up: Santa Fe.

San Diego is a nice place with nice people. It looks to be very people-centric with lots of shit to do. All the clothing shops I saw were super pricey and very surfer-oriented like Quiksilver. Plenty of people were outside running or biking or skating, and the majority of the people I noticed were fairly fit. I didn’t get to see the older parts of town nor did I notice any thrift shops. Chelle did show us the nicer parts of the area, though. There was a clothing resale shop or two, similar to Plato’s Closet only more vintagey and upscale. The house trend is ranch-style and long with little or no yards. The geography has both flat spots and mountainy hills, and the shorelines are kickass. It’s a cute place.

Saturday the cuz showed us the beach towns around the San Diego area. Beach towns are little places along the shore that have their own bit of beach land to their name; they’re like little suburbs of the greater San Diego area. We began our journey in the little shopping area near chellchelle’s apartment. She gets a fancy pants McDonald’s. No really! It’s a working concept model McDonald’s. We were assured that no matter how fancy this McDonald’s is, In-n-Out Burger’s taste will win our hearts and tastebuds over. Sure, Chelle. If you say so. After nomming bagels, our tour guide took us to the beaches. Stores, restaurants, bars, and galleries galore. There are a LOT of art galleries in these places. Some were super upscale, others were more crafty and cut it close labeling themselves as actual galleries. I think those ones called themselves malls of some sort to cover their hides. We visited Del Mar, La Jolla, Encinitas, Carlsbad, and Solanas Beaches. Encinitas was the most intriguing to me, but La Jolla has seals. Lots of seals! and mussels as we caught the shore at low tide.

Only after hanging out with the seals did we see that we are to be warned! They are quite ferocious!



After our beachy endeavor, Chelle took us to the best place she knew: In-n-Out. Mom and I had been told repeatedly how wonderful the fresh made burgers are, how awesome the special sauce tastes, how yummy the fries are, and our final decision?



AWESOME SAUCE. It’s a great burger. The menu has three burger choices: the double double, the cheeseburger, and the regular hamburger. These burgers taste like the kind you make on your grill in the backyard with a hint of “this was made in a fast food joint.” The big thang with these guys is they don’t freeze their meat. Unfortunately for people like me, In-n-Out is a California-based restaurant, as in only in California.

So ended our Chelle-hosted tour, day one and a half of San Diego’s beach communities.

Here’s a map for those of you who are keeping score at home!

1:39PM pacific (3:39PM central)
I think trendy delicatessens and clothing shops share the same soundtracks.

EDIT: pix are up.

Yesterday I disembarked from my safe bubble of awesome, Chambana, to preview the possible future of my lyf. My mom and I are traveling the southwest of the United States, and I will be keeping track of thangs on this guy. I wrote a live blog of sorts to capture the moments of driving to Chicago and flying into San Diego on my phone and emailed it to myself. Pictures will be updated when I am able to access the internet with my own laptop, which isn’t possible at this time.

832PM central
Cylons are in San Diego.

820PM central
Landed. I wonder who won basketball tonight.

806PM central
Final descent. Turn off phone.

8PM central
20 minutes til we land.

751PM central
Ungrateful kid finally looked out the window. Is now grateful. Less
miffed due to her adorable reaction.

749PM central
Holy crap… Im really going to California! HOLY MOLEY

742PM central
We are so checking in right at midnight o’clock EST to get window
seats. On level four. I am progressing. Tweedle, Like, Omigod! Dee
seems interested in my game and keeps looking over.

738PM central
Holy shit, those are mountains out there! Damn my aisle seat! Damn me
giving up that seat! That little kid isn’t looking out the window at
all! Kids appreciate nothing these days!

736PM central.
Yup. Im traveling with my mommy.

731PM central
Brick breaker time, bitches. Time to bust that record.

708PM central
Woke up from nap. There is a kid wailing slooowly like a siren on a wambulance.

527 PM central
STUPID KNEE. Reminder to start hardcore rigorious leg stabilizer
workout upon return. Need to look up how the knee works.

513PM central
I miss riding horses.

507 PM central
Work on jeff’s sweater song instead. Water was too cold.

502PM central.
Stupid knees. Nap attempt number one.

459PM central
Oh good. Tweedle, Like, Omigod! Dee has busted out the Seventeen magazine.
Tweedle, Like, Omigod! Dum’s name is Kara.

456PM central
Man with septum piercing likes lorna doones as well. Rock.

453PM central

LORNA DOONES BEAT SHITTY BAGGED CHOCO CHIP COOKIES

443PM central
Learn best actress nominees received a pushup bra and thong panties
with diamonds and pearls on a pin. Urge to scream repressed by social
contract with fellow passengers.
Panty is a disgusting word.

441 beverage order
Tall drink of water for me, please. Mom’s reading.

432PM central.
There is talk of fresh chocolate chip cookies on the magic speaker box.

422PM central
Electronics allowed back on yaaay. Liz and Julie are keeping to
themselves. The originals are telling each other how mean they are.
Reading US Weekly. Remembering why I don’t read US Weekly.

414 PM central
’sit back and relax, or hey! Lean forward and be tense!’
It would be nice if people knew closing the window shades brings the
temperature down literally ten degrees. The valley high school girls
are going strong. One in front is Liz. Other is Julie.

407PM central
oh, they have two friends in front of us.

406PM central
sienna miller can bite my ass

403PM central
Have boarded plane. Have up group of two seats I scored to lady with
little girl. Am now next to the valley duo, names TBA.

13 PM central.
Showed mom random pictures on laptop due to editing to pass time. Many
pictures with lip ring involved. Mom Looks received. Oh the guilt! My
self expression, let me show you it. Being squashed. Rediscovered kick
ass picture of grandpa and uncle uncle Jim. Crisis averted.

240 PM central.
Wonder about brackets. Hate Barry for getting me involved.

218 PM central.

Sitting at terminal, see bag. Ultimate man purse? Maybe.

116 PM central.
Bush and barbed wire is protecting my vehicle in the car lot. I
feel safe. Text parental unit concerning arrival.

115PM CUTE BABY ALERT.

113PM central.
He left! The spot is mine. Fuck the bus is here!

110PM
In midway parking lot. Douchebucket in a beamer SUV sittin pretty
playing with his OFA toys. No other possible spots in the lot. Go
knock on window, ask if he’s leaving. Snot gives me 5 minutes answer.
Douchenugget.

1025am central.
Fuel gauge still says empty with my full tank. Poop.

1030 vertical horizon

1022am central
I don’t really get these live blogs that sports guys do, but I have a
feeling there will be a lot of downtime during this upcoming week. For
those who I don’t talk to or avoid eye contact with, I’m traveling to
the southwest of the United States with my mommy to visit potential
areas I can live and/or work in with this alleged art degree I’m
getting. Um about to make the journey to the big city. Getting gas.
Aha! Full tank achieved.