In Summation

Our trip to San Diego was a nice week away. It's so freaking beautiful in the part we visit that upon immediate arrival you shake your head and wonder why you are living anywhere else. "Let's just quit our jobs and move back here." Inevitably one of us will utter those words.

But after awhile you get sick of it. You get tired of the SoCal guys with their strategically distressed jeans, their gelled hair, their girly flip-flops, their oversized pick-up trucks that never touch dirt.

You get sick of all the girls who look like sorority girls. The sweat shorts paired with Uggs, the cell phone blabbering, the fancy bags.

You laugh at all the tools who live in Pacific Beach and apparently think it's necessary to be covered in tattoos that have no sense, especially the words San Diego in script across the sides of their neck. Is that how you prove your residency to obtain a library card?

You realize if you're going to get into a fight with a mean old man at a coffee shop you might as well be back in NYC where everyone else would think he too was out of line. They would applaud the way you handled the situation. Especially in New York where I feel many people might've told him to go fuck himself, no matter how old he was, and I didn't utter those words but I was damn close to doing it. THANK-YOU-VERY-MUCH.

But yes, it was beautiful there as the Pacific Ocean and the stunning coast line to stroll along have nothing to do with people.
It was nice how the Family is happy to see us.
It's nice when you ask a complete stranger just enjoying the sunset to take your picture and not only does he do it but he does it twice because he doesn't think the first one came out so well.
It's nice when the girls at the Starbucks are friendly and efficient and when your masseuse at the low-key place on Garnet in PB is amazing friendly and really good at making you comfortable.

So thanks San Diego...stay classy.

FYI

We're in San Diego! More to come when I arrive back home.

A Pretty Day

It's really nice out today. I actually went for a walk outside despite my social anxiety and Vinnie keeping me hostage by refusing to leave my shoulder and knee for almost two hours. I discovered how truly amazing the weather was when I had to take the dog out for his poop.
Nothing like bagging up dog poop to think "Man, it's really nice. I should come back out and go for a walk."
I'd love to take the dog, that would be a natural choice of course, but he's 12 and doesn't like to leave the front of the building. And I won't force him because he's not a friendly dog and I'd rather not be the girl in a crowded neighborhood park with the psychotic barking dog.

All of Inwood was out. The little boys playing baseball dreaming of being SupaStars. The older men playing baseball...dreaming of being SupaStars. Lots of couples, which makes me a little sad because Mark and I never get to stroll on a nice Sunday. Or any Sunday.

And what's this on the 'soccer field'? Is this an Ultimate Frisbee League? Ladies and Gentleman when you stand on a field in Inwood and you've lived in the area your whole life, and you come across an Ultimate league, you are watching the gentrification in motion. It was freaky. I almost wanted to take a poll: "How many of you are actually from around here. Like since you were in diapers? How many? How many of you are from out West? Rural? Suburbia?"

I'm not saying it's a bad thing it's just kinda a trip to see the new face of your old 'hood. It's also weird for me because it's like my old experiences catching up with me.
After college I wanted to see what the rest of the States were like so I signed up for AmeriCorps and shipped out west. Here I am in Denver, CO and everyone wants to play Ultimate and I was like "Wha?"
So I decided it was a new experience. Something that living in Inwood never taught me. That people like to play this game. LOVE to play this game. It's what they do out here. And now they're doing it around here. It's just funny. The world gets smaller and smaller.