San Diego

My time in San Diego consists almost entirely of eating, drinking, and laying on the beach. This is a very good thing. I devour 1/2-off appetizers and drink some Corona when I first meet Jenn and her other visiting friend Zack. Later that night, when she is at work, Mike and I head to a different bar, where I meet Emily and also Zack and another of his friends. Nearly everyone I know in this city but Emily live in this area that we are currently in, Pacific Beach. I don't need to see the other parts of the city to know that this is the party area of San Diego. There are streets and streets of bars, each competing with the others with ridiculous weekly specials and happy hour deals. All are within walking distance of a beach that runs for so long that I can't see the ends. I spend my first full day in San Diego laying on the beach, body surfing, napping, and reading. Then I drive up to La Jolla cove to meet Zack and Jenn for some snorkeling. I get there a bit late but once again, I lie in the sun and read. Back in Pacific Beach I shower and stuff myself with a home-cooked meal thanks to Zack and spend the evening at a bar called The Dog enjoying any beer on draught for $1. It is a very good night. I also get to see Kate who I have not seen up until this point.
The following day is not unsimilar. I gather my things from Mike's house and bring them to Jenn's house. While she is working Zack and I head to the beach. We work up an appetite body surfing and trying to come up with plans to talk to any of the countless beautiful girls around. We are more success at body surfing, needless to say, and we head over to Jenn's restaurant after we sort of dry off. We split a bottle of wine with our meal and head back to the beach when we are done. It was 11am or so when we got on the sand, and it's about 5 o'clock when I call it a day and shower. I head over to Hillcrest, one of the gay parts of town to visit Emily. Here, we eat pizza and spend the evening trying to hunt down crossdressers but none can be found at their usual hangouts. As a consolation we witness the bizarre spectacle of gay cowboy line dancing at one bar. I make it through the evening without getting hit on, likely thanks to my female companion.