I am back from my long weekend in San Diego! I’ll skip venting about the fact US Airways totally screwed me out of my first real day (Thurs) and go right into Friday. I loved everything about San Diego, especially the foliage.
My brother David left me his car while he went up to Huntingdon Beach to wrap up an account with Globe (he works for Transworld Skateboarding). I got to meet his roommate’s pupper Mosey who is the sweetest little girl ever.
Isn’t she the cutest? I couldn’t resist giving her some snuggle time before starting my day. After getting ready for the beach, I drove to Ocean Beach and found free parking immediately! After spending time driving around for spots in OCMD, it’s nice to just show up to a beach and find easy peasy parking. David suggested I head to OB Smoothie and have the acai bowl.
It was ridiculously delicious. It’s an acai blend smoothie with granola, strawberries, blueberries, and bananas all topped with honey. I destroyed it while walking on the gigantic fishing pier in OB. Breakfast complete, I got some quality time with the sand and enjoyed my first actual day on a beach this summer. How sad is that? I was happy nonetheless.
The hat is courtesy of my brother, whose buddies operate Brixton. I dig it. I took a break from the sun (can you see how pasty I am?) to get lunch at South Beach. I enjoyed some good beer and their mahi tacos.
They really know how to do mexican and beer in San Diego. The bar has both a downstairs and upstairs. I definitely like the view upstairs.
Also located in OB is Hodad’s which is where my other brother Thomas works. I wandered over to say hi only to find out he wasn’t working there and was at the one downtown. I didn’t bother ordering anything since the place was totally slammed!
Tom’s coworkers were really fun and friendly and called him to let him know I was in town. I told him I’d catch up with him later and went back to get some final time in the sun. David and I both met back up at South Beach and enjoyed a few pints before heading back to his place. In that time, I did not feel well. I blame the Portugese guy sitting next to us who was sharing raw oysters with me. They tasted really well going down, but I don’t think my stomach was too happy with my decision. I called it early that night (sadly) and passed the heck out when we got home. I didn’t mind being old and lame since I still had two full days to cram in as much visiting as possible.