03.15.04
Just an outline to help me make a real entry about my vacation later.... Day One: We didn't actually stay in San Diego - we were in La Jolla the entire trip, except for a last minute excursion to Tijuana. The plane experience was HELL going out there. First we were delayed an hour on the ground because of something to do with a "trash can"... what the fuck? So we finally took off and just as we were going over Texas, the lady came over the speaker asking if there were any doctors or EMTs on board. Apparently some guy up in first class was having a heart attack. The fucked up part was that (a) there were no doctors on board and (b) the pilot waited about 30 minutes before he decided to TURN AROUND and head back to Albuquerque. There, we sat on the ground for an hour and a half while they unloaded heart-attack dude and filled up on fuel. By the time we got to Lindbergh Airport in San Diego it was 5:30 pm, too late to make it to the first day of the conference which had already been over for an hour. The couple we were with decided that we should all just try & go out to eat but ended up getting us so lost that we spent two more hours just trying to find our way back to the hotel where we ended up eating a 10 pm dinner. Day Two: BF spent the day sleeping and playing Nintendo in the hotel room while I was in the conference. When it was over, R (the professor I was traveling with) handed me the car keys and told me he was going to lay down. BF & I drove down to the Downtown San Diego area, but didn't seem to know exactly where to go or anything. We ended up lost again, and spent a couple of hours finding the hotel just to eat at the bar across the street. Rock Bottom Brewery. Day Three: We decided that we weren't DRIVING OURSELVES anywhere after two separate days of getting lost and so we gave the bellhop 10 bucks to drop us off at Pacific Beach. We walked around for about 3 hours looking at stores & drinking at different bars but that got old quick. We called a Taxi who I'm sure took us the longest way possible back to La Jolla Village Drive at $30... Just to find that R had already left us to go to Coronado. That's when BF & I went to the hotel bar and proceeded to get even more shitty. BF got it in his head that we had to go to Mexico to get some Valium. I don't know why but he wouldn't listen to anything I said. So I ended up driving down to Tijuana where I've never been so scared in my life. People were driving all crazy, people laying out in the streets, yelling, bumping American rap music, trying to sell you anything & everything. We were literally pulled into a strip club where the girl that was swinging naked from the bar in the middle of the room was at least 7 or 9 months pregnant. It was disgusting. But we did find a shitload of cheap ass valiums which made the fact that I got us lost again a little less upsetting. We kept trying to get directions back to the border and kept getting the "finger". Hahaha. Now it's funny - then it was very frustrating. Especially since BF was so wasted that he started calling everyone "fucking amigo" and generally being belligerent. We found our way back and then proceeded to wait for 3 hours in line to cross the border. The whole time with me having a couple of hundred valium in my bra. Fun times. |
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