|Tidepools and Airplane Friends
||[Jun. 6th, 2004|12:50 am]
|||||Errol Thompson + Alabama 3 - Peace in the Valley||]|
Two years ago, I was flying back and forth between Denver and San Diego pretty regularly. On two of these flights, I as lucky enough to have fun, chatty, and (it must be said) thoroughly attractive women sitting next to me: A and J. Two years later, they're still talking to me. J introduced me to Melissa Ferrick and has been to a few other shows with me here in San Diego.
A moved to Austin with her boyfriend (now husband) a few weeks after we met, but we stayed in touch. I introduced her to some old friends of mine out there, and they really well — although they have a bit of a hard time explaining how they met!
Anyway, A's husband E is out here to teach a class next week, and they came out early to relax for a while. Well, we can't have that, now can we?
They got to my place at noon; after catching up a bit and showing them around, we headed off to the main drag by way of the beach route. We stopped to look in the tidepools (saw lots of crabs, a few fish, some small anemones, and at least one live mussel). She also admired the nifty sandstone erosion.
A lunch of delicious fish tacos at South Beach, a quick wander the rest of the way up Newport, over in front of Ranchos, through Olive Tree Market, and back to my place... where we narrowly avoided sleeping the rest of the afternoon away.
Instead, we went to Cabrillo National Monument. They have some great tidepools there, as well as the historic lighthouse, interesting plants, and heroic statuary.
The tidepools were fun; E is way more adventurous than anyone I'd yet been there with, so I found myself closer to the surf and further down some of the crevasses than I'd gone before. For which, I got a pair of wet sneakers, and got to see some really beautiful crabs scuttling about.
We did bit of walking up by the visitor's center, but were limited by the fact that I was barefoot (wet shoes, ick!) and that it was closing.
No big deal. We came back to my place (with a short detour down Talbot street then back up Cañon and down Point Loma Avenue); from there, we walked down to Sapporo for sushi. The waitress warned us that we might be ordering too much food... Ha! We demolished it. But we only had one large flask of sake to go with it...
Retreated to my place, a bit of scheming for tomorrow, and A insisted that I show off some juggling. Well, when a cute girl insists that I juggle for her, well... I'm a pushover. Also got some cute girls from next door wandering over to watch me juggle, and the partiers across the street. Not bad... :)
Tomorrow, we're going to try to hit Balboa Park during the afternoon (for the 2 p.m. organ concert, and maybe the International Cottages and the Japanese Frendship Garden) ... all assuming that it isn't too destroyed from the Rock and Roll Marathon. Then over to Coronado for a free concert that evening.
I've mentioned it before, and it's still completely true: I bitch about my life all the time, but having visits from friends makes it worth it.