Merry Boxing Day! Christmas was great; this morning was great too (SAW THE FORCE AWAKENS AND IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT AND LET’S JUST SAY HALLOWEEN CANNOT COME SOON ENOUGH); here are the words and pics about the rest of the SD portion of my Cali trip.
“Hiking,” as found in the post title, is a bit of an exaggeration– Â we began Sunday by walking to the top of “Not Mt. Helix” (a mountain/large hill near one of David’s old houses that he doesn’t know the name of, but which some people apparently confuse for nearby Mt. Helix). One motivation was to see the views, but another was for David to scope out the route to determine if he’d be able to get his 2WD Jeep Cherokee (“Bonquiesha leJeep Cherokeesha,” for long) all the way up. (Spoiler alert: Despite a bit of incredulousness on the part of his “psychic-ass”* visitor, the next day he proved that he could.)
Then we headed to the outlet malls on the Mexican border (his “psychic-ass” visitor did not have the foresight to bring her passport so no Tijuana stop was made) where David’s old buddies in POD were hosting a toy drive/mini concert. Then we ate our obligatory Thai meal (for old times’ sake!) at Mea Kwan restaurant in Chula Vista.
aroooooooi na ka! (thanks MJ 🙂 )
On Monday we did said drive up to Not Mt. Helix and checked out Coronado Island, but David has all the pics from that day so hold off on those. We got tacos for lunch, Dave had class in the evening, and then we went to a bar called the Office for a bit before grabbing late-night tacos and calling it a night.
Then Tuesday David’s friend Duncan brought the long-awaited guitar and we got to jam out a little in the morn. Then I accompanied them to their old apartment complex where they got back to their skater days (and I got to try my luck on a board a bit too/mostly just goof around for photos at the end). We attempted an In-and-Out visit but a long line drove us to Rubio’s instead (my third straight visit to a taco shop! #WhenInTacoLand… Also it’s with a heavy heart that I admit that I never did make it to an In-and-Out during my stay on the West Coast). Then we made a quick stop to Balboa Park, which was really lovely.
so near, yet so far…
And my final morning (Wednesday) we just chilled while David hurried through the last of a final (and I got together my beloved gif page). Then I got David to class and scrambled to the train station in order to head to LA! So good spending time with an old friend, and here’s hoping the next reunion won’t take so long (expect similar sentiments re: LA and SF friends, whenever I get around to making those posts).
city skyline in the distance
this dad-and-kids proudly told us they’d made a kite from a tent
*Explanation of my “psychic-ass” label:
I very sexistly posited that if David’s roommate Nick didn’t like The Ridiculous 6 then I probably wouldn’t either after David suggested watching it my first night in town and Nick confessed to having seen it and not being hot on it. David bit back with, “Oh yeah, Psychic-Ass Angela over here’s known Nick for five minutes and already knows exactly what kind of movies he likes! It’s amazing!” And the nickname was born and I wouldn’t be surprised if (/even sort of hope that) I’ll forever be remembered in that Sweetwater house as Psychic-Ass Angela.
ollie in america 