So after a long, hot, lengthy, awful summer of working in Austin, Texas, I finally closed an intermediary land real estate transaction in Buda, Texas. Thus I earned a sizable commission. Money time!
I decided to fly and go on vacation to San Diego, California. Did I know anyone there previously? Nope. I just felt like it was a city, I needed to be a part of and witness. So I booked the damm trip blindly. None of my previous shitty friends in Austin, TX whom had actually resided in San Diego would give me any first hand advice. Zero. Those people, whom you now know who you are, are currently on my bad santa list.
Moving forward. I landed in San Diego, and immediately purchased a rent-a-car for 3 days. Loser idea. Travel tip, driving around doe eyed in a brand new city, you don't know is neither fun nor safe. The idea of relying on google maps while driving, is walking a tightrope towards a potential car wreck. Driving should be done, wide awake & with your eyes on the road. So I drove the rental car 2x max. and chucked up 333 dollars to the waste of a corporate rent-a -car company. Uggghh. On a side-note, if you know me at all, I loathe the concept of driving.
My weekly vacation rental at the Beachcomber Shores in the Pacific Beach, La Jolla area, was an excellent, excellent and lucky choice. I discovered it via craigslist. It was economically priced, walking distance to everything ocean and nightlife, and large enough to accommodate a straight single man. Plus the cable television kept me from missing the entertainment of required Football Games. (i.e. Univ. of Texas, NFL, Cowboys, etc) A mark in the Win Column to the Beachcomber Shores.
My first night's activity was to venture to Tijuana, Mexico for the 1st night. I remembered to bring my passport, and despite the negative caution of the world, my adventurous self, hit the uber button with confidence. Donald Trump, the billionaire real estate mogul and presidential hopeful is wrong about the US, and Mexico Border. The Border is actually an easy going place. I felt safe at all times, and passed through simply both there and back with my passport. Also, watching Mexicans come to work in America, help our country, and go back to theirs, is just a lifestyle commute for them. In my opinion, no “huge wall” on the US, Mexico border is necessary. Let it go. What did I do in Tiujana? Well, google the Hong Kong Room, and your intuition will be correct. Was it amazing? Absolutely. Were the women stunningly naked, voluptuous, and superb, yes! If your a straight adventurous man, wrap it up & give it a go. Despite its glory, the entire experience was expensive as hell. Also the cab ride was over 100 dollars there and back. The cab rides to Mexico were more expensive than my flights to and from Texas.
On the way back to the United States, on the same night, I stopped in Downtown San Diego and was directed to the GasLamp District. It was a classy, lively, expensive, and well dressed downtown city scene. I flirted with some gorgeous girls from, I think Hungary or somewhere in Europe. We partied and went to a couple different bars and clubs. At one point I gave a bartender some scornful lip service about the NYC level cocktail prices, he took my disgust like a man, and willingly comped me a free whiskey shot. At the end of the night, the super hot Hugarian young girl, left me hanging out to dry. I really dislike it when girls fake attention to you, use you for drinks, and don't put out. That feeling sucks, both financially and emotionally. No one likes feeling used.
Next up, I went to the San Diego Zoo. Despite it zoo grandeur, I think my feet are still sore from all the walking. Also the entry cost was 50 bucks, or equivalent to that of a Broadway show. The giraffes, lions, elephants, and pandas did make it zoolicious.
Over the next couple days, I stayed to my local neighborhoods near the Beachcomber. The walk to Birdrock and La Jolla, was quick, and classy. La Jolla, is an expensive, super chill, neighborhood with wealthy residents. There are Moms with strollers, senior citizens, 45 something plus folks, and an occasional rare fellow human under the age of 29. The Beach in La Jolla is an Earthy gift! The hardcore surfers are far away from the sand, while surfing and sucking the energy from the waves. The La Jolla surfers were the most impressive, talented and athletic surfers I've been privy to view. Personally, while lounging at the La Jolla beach, I successfully flirted and conversed with 2 local, 20 year old girls. Yes 20. They were really dam hot, bikini models, fun to talk with, and super pretty to gawk, I mean look at. Despite my ability to get a phone number, I got shunned by the, “I have a boyfriend response.” I hate hearing that buzz-kill line from girls.
Back to the Pacific Beach Neighborhood. The nightlife and aura here is vibrant. It is collegiate and youthful. The most lively places I partied and visited were the Local, the Backyard, Duck Dive, Avenue, and the PB Shore Bar and Grill. All of these places were affordable, jumping and contained hot girls patrons. You'll notice I gauge places, cities, venues and establishments, based on their level of female attractiveness. I mean girls are like art. Who doesn't enjoy beautiful ART?
On a different new day, I once again ubered over a bridge to the Ocean Beach neighborhood. I would describe Ocean Beach as the hippie, 420 friendly, beach bum, relaxed area. It reminded me in ways of the East Village in New York. A grimy, edgy, vegan, hippie cool.
On another different new day, I ubered across a larger bridge to the San Diego island of Coranado. It was a historical, beautiful, classy old town. There are adamant street signs discouraging biking, skating, loose dogs, or anything. The lame boring Rollingwood of California. Coranado try’s very hard to keep it classy and riff raft free. I walked through the grounds of the historical Hotel Coranado, dating back the 1880's I believe. Hotel Coranado is an epic estate like empire, with pools, in house stores, massive ballrooms, tons of hotel rooms, restaurants and more. Supposedly the hotel rooms are $600 dollars a night. In my opinion, not worth it. The most interesting thing about the Coranado beach was the whiter sand, bluer water, and gold, yes, gold sand. The sand in Coranado beach physically has gold sparkles in it. Pretty damn golden.
I envisioned San Diego as an Amercian City with Californians. The fist thing, a fellow coffee patron ever said to me about the place was , “Don't Judge us, and we won't judge you.” I liked that phrase. Californians, like all humans probably loathe their surfer, stoner, easy going, bro stereotypes. Just like my fellow Texans, dislike our boot wearing, country boy stigmas, (Read my other book, “Open Mindful, Philosophy on the Fly, to live an open minded, improved, non judgmental life)
San Diego had tons of exotic worldly tourists, citizens, and people. I met people and girls from England, Germany, Turkey, South Korea, Austria, Brazil, and more. San Diego is a more worldly mecca that I had given it due for. Exotic girls are always fantastic! The homegrown California girls are equally worthy as well. So George, did you get lucky or what? Well, yes, but just once, and I'm not proud of the catch. I was relieved to throw it back. The game here was more challenging than I'd have hoped. In real life terms, personally I've had much more sexual success and conquests in Miami, New York City, and Austin. Maybe mr./mrs. Reader, you'll have more luck than me? Good Luck & Happy Hunting.
As my excellent 2 week vacation to the left/west coast winds down, overall I lived “the sample spectrum” of life here. I've tasted it up, mixed-it it up, and gainfully sleept through it too. It's been a welcoming, enjoyable time.
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