February 2, 2008

After another evening aligning my spine, I decided it was going to be important to get the sleeping bags out of the back of the truck. It took about fifteen minutes of struggling with the two levers and ample profanity, I eventually got the sucker open. Next step was washing the hard candy (dirt) shell off the beast. Bryan, Caleb, and I climbed in and went to the car wash on university where we enjoyed quality time together while the deluxe wash did the work we were too lazy to.

I will explain later, but we went on a quest for durian – a fruit that is from Vietnam… and Caleb’s neighborhood of Hillcrest is known more for its gay population than asian, so we drove around the Vietnamese area of San Diego and had to ask at a couple of different stores in Spanish, English, and with a lot of hand gestures until we were pointed up to 54th and university where we went into a Vietnamese market and asked the right people to get our hands on one… The fruit is about the size of a cantaloupe but four or five times as heavy. It is really interesting because the thorns are very sharp, and the fruit is very heavy causing the thorns to cause pain when carrying so it had a bag when we got it from our friends at Vien Dong grocery.

Pacific Beach: Bryan vetoed the idea to go the world famous, mentally stimulating, culturally significant, and beautiful San Diego zoo. So instead we went down to the beach and walked around long enough to find a pizza joint. Then we bounced along and into a couple of facilities that seemed to cater to the college kids who were celebrating a faux mardi gras with real enthusiasm. We worked our way down to the beach in time to see the sunset on the pacific and then back to the vehicle and home to see the UFC 72 event.

When Dana got home from work, we went out to a bar called the Pink Elephant to meet up with friends Amy and Matt. Somehow Caleb and I ended up playing pool with some college kids from LA on a table with pink felt. Of course we won both games we played, but not before one of the kids asked if he could shoot the eight ball of our stripe. I told him “no” and he replied with “weak sauce.” There were faux belly dancers who were actually just scantily clad girls with snakes around their necks who were the opening act for the really loud band. Then for the second night in a row we went for late night california burritos (they have potato in them) but this time there were no mohawks.


Bryan’s Annoying Vocabulary: Hella – Adv. Very; Hecka – Adv. See also: Hella; Hyphy – Adj. Good; Gnar – Adj. Good; Broski – 2nd person pronoun to address a friend; Broseph, Bro Bro, etc. – see also Broski; Sauce – N. Condition (sauce is ‘weak’ or ‘good’). Jumpstyle – Adj. Positive or good. ....... He claims that he began using the vocabulary to exclusively annoy me. I have feigned additional annoyance so he would continue with his vocabulary – my hope is that this will become part of his regular vernacular and he will be perceived as an idiot when he returns to work on Tuesday.





Pics: a) Dana left water and advil for us when we got back from the bars. b) Durian! c) upwardly mobile homeless. d) caleb and bryan at sunset. e) dana and i enjoying california burritos after a hard night of fun.




Weak Stats
Cost of deluxe wash: $8.00
Percent of dirt removed: 70%
Hours before rain storm did what we spent 8 bucks on: 14
Number of UFC fighters being choked to unconsciousness: 2
El Camino Sightings: 4
Old school VW Beetles: 5
Pitcher of Miller Lite at Flippi’s: $7.50; Bass at 710 Beach Club: $13.00