San Diego, part 2

I thought that it was fortuitous to see a play called "San Diego" on the eve of our departure to that city, especially considering that it was my firtst time. Going to San Diego, I mean.

I found a hotel that was really cheap, and instead of thinking that that indicated a "to-good-to-be-true" situation, I truly believed that the world of travel had finally evolved to give me a no-frills, clean, modern, chic, option. The web site promised me these things, and the gentleman on the other end of the line seemed to promise them as well.

We started our journey in a leisurely fashion, and, thouroughly enjoying the idea of not having an agenda, we took the pretty way. Stopped off in Encinitas for a little surfing and music at the roxy jam, then dipped ourselves in the ocean for a quick pick-me-up. I found out that my shiny lame (avec un accent grave) bathing suit doesn't work when wet and showed some skin to the yokles, much to Bri's enjoyment. I mean chagrin.

We arrrived at the hotel, and found that they had misplaced a letter. S. The newly renovated historical building did boast some glorious architecture, and a colorful blend of traveling students, crazy old women, recently single middle-aged men, and recently released criminals. "Didn't I tell you about the shared bathrooms on the phone?" innocently quested the "concierge". No. "So this is really like a hoStel?" I smiled back at him sweetly.

I quickly placed the bf on the bed and ran to the corner market for a bottle of wine and some appetizers.

We drank, we nibbled, we were going to be ok.

We got hotted up and left the building. At the front desk, my same "Guy" told us where we could catch the trolly. After scaring the bejeezums out of us about ending up in "the wrong part of town", a place that he couldn't actually locate on my map, we found the trolly and made our way to the Gaslamp district.

The Gaslamp district is party central! There were so many resaraunts and bars and people just spilling out everywhere. We finally found an inviting thai place and continued to drink and eat. It was really good, but I think Georges Thai Bistro in my hood might be better. Then we went to the oldest bar in San Diego, formerly owned and operated by Wyatt Earp, complete with brothel upstairs. We switched to liquor and I smoked a cigarette. I'm beginning to realise that I can tell if I've had too much to drink if I think it's a good idea to smoke. We hobbled back to our luxury suite.

This morning, Bri needed breakfast fast, and somehow we convinced ourselves that it was okay to go to the cafe attached to our hostel. It was very good! Yay! Then we walked down to the ocean and looked at the boats, it was cool. Then we went to little Italy, and that area is very hip.

Then, we went to Old Town. This was a big highlight for me, because I love old stuff. We walked around and looked, we had margaritas ay the Cosmopolitan, we bouight shot glasses in anticipation of my b-day. I found a little shop that had dip your own candles! I made an owl. We had dinner at this amazing restarant I had a chile relleno that knocked my socks off.

A wonderful, adventurous weekend! I will definately go back to San Diego, but next time we're staying at the W.