Here I am... back for more abuse.
San Diego was sunny and wonderful for the bulk of my visit. The highlight was, of course, paddling -- I rented a sit-on-top and went out to look at the LaJolla caves. There were loads of sea lions basking on rocks, though the swell kept me from getting close enough to get decent pictures (because of course, I had a camera with me:-).
Shanna was a brilliant, patient hostess, carting my sorry behind all over the place and playing tourist with me. I also got to meet a bunch of her friends. Most amusing was the night when four of us went pub-hopping. Why is it that every guy in the city thinks that going to an Irish pub means you have to try to pick up girls using a fake Irish accent? Of course, the most amusing moron of the night was an honest-to-goodness Irishman (and boy, did we quiz him to make sure of that!). He was a very drunken Irishman whose main line was "I'm a local hip-hop artist." He claimed to be recording right now, but when pressed to perform tried to beg off, claiming that he hates showing off because his buddies always try to make him perform for their girls in hopes that they'll get some play (I swear to god, those are not my words). Eventually, vanity won out, and I can honestly say he sounded like a bad of Eminem impersonator with a thick Irish brogue and a vested interest in the plight of divided Ireland.
Prior to my SD escapades, I was in Duluth. That vacation got off to a dubious start, as I had to drive right back home to fig grading problems. Once I got BACK up there, things went much better. I managed to make it to the river three times in one weekend, did not damage my poor shoulder, and only had one minor incident with the man-eating rock. Most fun was probably dragging Ryan out at eight in the morning for one last run before he went back to Ohio indefinitely. Such a sport, even after we colluded with his parents to deprive him of sleep. If you read this, Ry, photos will be forthcoming as soon as I haul my sorry ass out and get them developed.
So now I'm back, and it's less than idyllic here, but not as horrid as it could be. I have been told that I can't quit school, as I haven't gotten to the fun part yet. I have not been told which part that is, but I guess I'll have a little faith (or better yet, a little booze)... for now.
San Diego was sunny and wonderful for the bulk of my visit. The highlight was, of course, paddling -- I rented a sit-on-top and went out to look at the LaJolla caves. There were loads of sea lions basking on rocks, though the swell kept me from getting close enough to get decent pictures (because of course, I had a camera with me:-).
Shanna was a brilliant, patient hostess, carting my sorry behind all over the place and playing tourist with me. I also got to meet a bunch of her friends. Most amusing was the night when four of us went pub-hopping. Why is it that every guy in the city thinks that going to an Irish pub means you have to try to pick up girls using a fake Irish accent? Of course, the most amusing moron of the night was an honest-to-goodness Irishman (and boy, did we quiz him to make sure of that!). He was a very drunken Irishman whose main line was "I'm a local hip-hop artist." He claimed to be recording right now, but when pressed to perform tried to beg off, claiming that he hates showing off because his buddies always try to make him perform for their girls in hopes that they'll get some play (I swear to god, those are not my words). Eventually, vanity won out, and I can honestly say he sounded like a bad of Eminem impersonator with a thick Irish brogue and a vested interest in the plight of divided Ireland.
Prior to my SD escapades, I was in Duluth. That vacation got off to a dubious start, as I had to drive right back home to fig grading problems. Once I got BACK up there, things went much better. I managed to make it to the river three times in one weekend, did not damage my poor shoulder, and only had one minor incident with the man-eating rock. Most fun was probably dragging Ryan out at eight in the morning for one last run before he went back to Ohio indefinitely. Such a sport, even after we colluded with his parents to deprive him of sleep. If you read this, Ry, photos will be forthcoming as soon as I haul my sorry ass out and get them developed.
So now I'm back, and it's less than idyllic here, but not as horrid as it could be. I have been told that I can't quit school, as I haven't gotten to the fun part yet. I have not been told which part that is, but I guess I'll have a little faith (or better yet, a little booze)... for now.
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