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.