San Diago "A Whale's Vagina"

Okay, so it turns out I'm not so good at this blogging thing. The truth is that between pursuing my strict diet of chilaquiles, tacos, and tequila, surfing in the mornings, and spending time with friends in the evenings, well, I know where my priorities lie. Of course this blog is a journal to my older self just as much, if not more than it is a way for friends and family to stay updated on my travels, so I'll keep trying. I'm up relatively early today due to the cacophony of the local pack of street dogs in my neighborhood. They're a rowdy, rag tag bunch who get their kicks barking at pretty much any passing car going under 35 mph (especially when I'm sleeping), and chasing other dogs off their turf. It's a good time to throw some words down.

Okay so I'll back up a bit. When I wrote my last post I had been in San Diego for about a day. I ended up staying almost four full days and wanted to stay more, Every time I'm in San Diego I consider moving there. It's the surfer town vibe of the smaller areas like Ocean Beach and Pacific Beach, It's the consistently warm but very infrequently hot weather. Of course it's the ocean, something I have felt at home in and near since I can remember.

San Diego is just a generally fun city as well. While there I went to a couple great restaurants, went out and heard some okay music that was just fine because I was smashed when I heard it, tasted some shitty tequila that George Clooney promotes (If a bartender at a gay bar tries to sell you a tequila based on an endorsement by George Clooney, pass and just shell out the extra few bucks for the Don Julio Reposado. George Clooney has shitty taste in tequila.), and saw Point Break Live.

Point Break Live is a show I've been trying to see for a couple years now. It's a satirical stage play based on Point Break, a movie that has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. The show is quite interactive. Keanu Reeves's character is chosen from the audience, when people are shot blood splatters around the theater, the audience is made to get down during bank robberies. It's absurd but an absolute riot. If you're ever in a city where you can see the show I highly recommend it. Check out the YouTube video I linked to above.

But most of all it's the group of friends I have there. It seems to me that although there are so many people moving to Portland, those that were born there leave in droves as adults. Sure I still have some good old friends around but they're all a bit scattered among different groups of people and so busy with their own lives we don't see each other as much as we should. I love my new friends as well but the comfort one gains after knowing someone for one or two plus decades is difficult to match.

The truth is I only have a couple of those long time friends in San Diego, but they've been there so long that they now have old friends that are like family, and now they're getting so old ;) that they have actual families and the whole bunch really makes me feel like family. Phew, that was quite the convoluted sentence. On my final night in town dinner plans my pal Chloe was arranging for her family organically turned into a dinner party of about eight people. We had a great time just talking, laughing, drinking wine, and eating good food. It was run of the mill for them and maybe even taken for granted, which I think is a positive thing in this case. It was a really nice feeling and something I don't really get often back home anymore.

Someday I could really see myself committing to a move but for now I'll simply treasure the people and moments the city blesses me with.

Adrian getting his head humped at Point Break Live

Point Break Live

 

Family Dinner. Sorry guys, I wanted it candid.