We drove down to San Diego 6 to a car in a 4 door sedan…but we made it.
San Diego is LA’s cleaner cousin. It’s not as hot, breezier, fresher air, and beautiful beaches. Upon arrival we didn’t have a place to stay which is typical for us. But since we had rubbed the Buddha that morning, as we do every day, the Universe conspired once again and gave us shelter. Janssen’s brother’s friend happened to be traveling through San Diego for business and let us fight for beds in his hotel room…
Upon arrival we went to an OUTDOOR mall–which I had never seen before–but apparently when the weather is 75 and sunny every single day roofs are optional. It was a comfortable hot. The people are beautiful. The downtown area is popping and we had a great night out for our first adventure. There is a street called the “gaslamp” where there are dozens of bars. We hopped a few and ended up at a dance club. Go figure. Auren had a rough night, being nearly assaulted by a few rogue drunkards but all was well and we went to the beach the next day.
Coronado Beach is on a peninsula, so it is necessary to take a beautiful boat ride over to the end. After a long walk to the beach we decided it was in our best interests to lie on the beach all day intermitently throwing a baseball, reading, and swimming. Perfect. Absolutely stunningly perfect.
Everyone got pretty burnt except for me since I have suntan lotion in my blood. Got to love being Mexican.
I’m fairly certain that I got hit on by a few old widows who we danced with in the park. We saw a giant gathering of old rich retired people listening to a rock cover band in the park (well over a thousand people were there)—and decided we had to go dance. We did, and I was taught all sorts of new (old) dance moves by a few woman rocking out. I enjoyed their company—for a second thought about feigning interest and seeing if I could get a few bucks from the millionaires. My conscience got the best of me.
After we grabbed a bite to eat at a restaurant–saw a sign saying “I’d rather be in Ann Arbor” and met the owner (from Ann Arbor) and chatted him up a bit. Ran back to the city for one more night out and ended up talking about the fundamentals of consciousness and reality over late night fried food at four o’clock in the morning.
Back to LA for round two.
Rock Out,
Jonathon Kendall