Mike, Michael and I spent the weekend in San Diego, "the only area in the United States with perfect weather." Apparently the weather gods were in a cantankerous mood this Memorial Day because it was mostly rainy, cloudy and chilly while we were there. That meant no beach time for this bum and isn't beach baking the number one reason to visit southern California? This is the second time I've been there and not been able to hit the infamous nude beach, Blacks Beach. Grrrr.
We did navigate the rain to walk around the Gaslamp Quarter one morning (major yawn), Coronado Island (the "amazing views" obscured in fog) and Old Town (aka the tourist convention). Balboa Park was nice and we saw some good art. Saturday night we went back to the Gaslamp Quarter to get dinner and it was loudly humming with diners, clubbers and game goers. We didn't participate in any of the nightlife while we were there, but if the puke on the sidewalk that we had to step over is any indication, I'd guess San Diego nightlife is pretty happening. I'm not sure I want that kind of nightlife to happen to me, but it's "happening" nevertheless.
It was nice to get away for a few days, but we were all glad to have been able to change our flight to be back home Sunday afternoon instead of later that night. I've had a lot of people tell me how much they love San Diego. Either they are on the payroll of the San Diego tourism bureau or they've experienced a whole different side of the city. With what I've seen on two different trips, I can't say I'm inclined to go back.
| May 27, 2008 08:27am | 
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