more san diego (2/2)

[jazzfish]

I slept better on Satyrday night than I had in at least two weeks, possibly longer. Got up a little before 7:30 feeling utterly refreshed. Downed a bowl and a half of cereal (incidentally, kudos to quixotic_goat for eating cereal out of properly-sized bowls) and headed out. Did some wandering in, um, some suburb whose name utterly escapes me. Found an overpriced antique store and a fun bookshop.

Megan picked me up around 12:30 and we headed into La Jolla for lunch. La Jolla (sounds like the Georgetown mascot) is a maze of twisty little streets, all alike. In one notable case, a major thoroughfare actually makes a fishhook turn. This made navigating (once we'd parked) something of an adventure. Good thing we both like city-wandering.

Lunched on french toast with a hint of orange (mmm), in a restaurant that's not nearly as high-class and expensive as it looked from the outside. From the inside it reminded me a lot of Bogen's, actually. Only with a lot more light and a view of the ocean instead of the other side of the street.

After lunch we took a look at the harbor seals that have taken over a beach that used to be set aside for kids, and then splashed and scrambled over rocks at low tide.

The beach there has a completely different character from the kind of beach you find on a barrier island, which is the only kind of beach I've been to in about fifteen years. Lots of good rocks and caves for climbing, lots of little tide pools. More mussels than I've ever seen in one place; the rocks were black with them. An awful lot of anemones, too. Mostly closed since it was low tide but a few had opened up.

So that was probably the best hour or so of the trip.

We tried to visit the Museum of Contemporary Art, but they were closing in twenty minutes by the time we got there. So instead we visited the museum bookstore, where I got to be a Bad Influence.

Afterwards we walked around downtown SD, near the UCSD med school. Found a couple of decent bookstores (in one of which I learned that Rita Mae Brown, who I'd previously known as a ghostwriter for her cat's mysteries, used to write mainstream lesbian fiction), and spent probably a good twenty minutes looking for a sushi place.

And then back to the airport for the trip home. In my eminent brilliance I looked at my ticket and thought "Okay, plane takes off at 10:20, lands at 6. That's at least six hours I can sleep on the plane. I can totally go straight in to work." Ha. I neglected to take into account those wacky "time zones," and ended up crashing until noon when I got home. Good thing I have a fairly understanding boss.

In conclusion: darkfyre_muse is awesome, and I should really do more whirlwind tours.

Comments

[jsciv.livejournal.com]

That's funny. You were down in La Jolla at the beach looking through rocks and tide pools while I was up in Newport Beach with snidegrrl and bizarrojack at the beach looking through rocks and tide pools!

[skreidle.livejournal.com]

So what is the appropriate size for a cereal bowl?

Also, if you have a suitable Verizon phone, VZ Navigator is an excellent utility. :)

[rbandrews]

I've never been able to sleep on planes. It's not the engine noise or anything, it's being crammed in next to some random business drone guy. I have this irrational fear that I'll fall asleep, flop over on to his shoulder or something, and it'll be awkward.

[europasings.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the postcard! I'm glad you didn't get eaten.