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Good Times for a Bad Reason [Jan. 13th, 2004|12:10 am]
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My friends D and J from Los Alamos, New Mexico, were out visiting this weekend. We had a great time, even though it wasn’t just a friendly visit.

J has been having progressively more pain in her left hip; the origin is uncertain, but at this point her hip looks like it belongs to a 90-year-old — and she’s only in her mid 30s. She scheduled a partial hip replacement surgery for this Monday, January 12th, at The Orthpaedic Hospital in Los Angeles, California.

They got into Los Angeles last Wednesday, the 7th. The next day, after doing some pre-operation consultations at the hospital, they got together with an old High School friend of mine who is currently in Pasadena. I knew that they had met each other years ago, but I forgot that he was at their house just last February. Apparently they found an excellent Italian place, and had a great evening out.

After a few more meetings Friday morning, they drove down here to San Diego. We met up at Stone Brewing in San Marcos, but they didn’t open for a few hours yet. After a delicious lunch at the San Marcos Brewing Company (who make some pretty good beers themselves!), we returned to Stone Brewery. We refilled the 3L bottles with Arrogant Bastard, sampled their other beers, and got yet more beer. From there, we went down to my place here in Ocean Beach, then out for some delicious fish tacos at South Beach.

We were almost ready to call it a night, when I remembered the bonfire party that my neighbors had invited us to. Some fun new people to meet, and a very authentic and aesthetic Ocean Beach weekend night.

Saturday, we hit my other favorite restaurant in O.B.: Ranchos Foods. Then back to the brewery. :) A few more refills were obtained, along with shirts and a set of pub glasses.

Next, we went to the San Diego Wild Animal Park; J can’t (or at least shouldn’t) walk very far, but the Park has a nice tram that circles nearly the entire facility. We had a good time, and they revelled in the great weather: back home in Los Alamos, it was quite a ways below freezing. This last weekend, north San Diego County was seeing about 75°F [18°C] and bright sun. Hooray for shorts and shirt-sleeves!

That evening we did a light dinner of a cheese board and salad at my place. My neighbor H came over for a while, and we were huddled around the laptops like an old-fashioned campfire. (Silly J had neglected to bring hers, as she could “just borrow D’s to check mail”.)

Sunday, we drove down to Cabrillo National Monument; it was socked in with fog, so the view wasn’t very panoramic — but the fog was wispy enough to see tendrils flying by on the wind, which was very cool. (Also, D and J are from the Rocky Mountain west, where it is sunny 350 days per year; a nice grey afternoon is a pleasant novelty for them, and I still feel a bit of that myself.)

I’m very disappointed with the quality of the foghorns out here. I don’t care if they’re safer or cheaper: the antiseptic little ”tooooot“ the modern ones make is nothing compared to the booming, melancholic “MMMMMMmmmmm-Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhg” style. Anyone who’s listened to This Mortal Coil’s filigree & shadow knows exactly what I’m talking about.

Since J’s surgery was scheduled for early Monday morning, they were planning to spend Sunday night up in L.A. anyway. My buddy D was hosting a potluck and gaming evening Sunday night, up in Pasadena, so we decided to just head straight there. A fun evening was had; we ate some delicious Indian food (D just got back from three-week trip to the subcontinent) and then we played a few vicious rounds of Outburst (foreigners vs. americans!) and Apples to Apples.

I didn’t get home until about 03:00 Monday morning, which lead to me not getting into work until about 11:00. Fortunately, they’re used ot that kind of tardiness from me.

D called me at about 14:00 this afternoon: The operation didn’t go entirely according to plan, but J is doing very well. She was already out of theater and recovery, is awake and aware, and a bit cranky — all of which are very healthy, and great to hear.

All that, and I got to visit with my wonderful friends (old and new) all weekend. I bitch about my life all too often, but time shared with friends goes a long way to making it worthwhile.

[User Picture]From: nieren
2004-01-19 01:17 am (UTC)
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