Since I’ve been in California, I’ve managed to thaw out from the frozen concrete tundra that is Chicago. I flew into San Diego on Friday morning and had to change out of my winter clothes at the airport. We hung out around Pacific Beach for the day and evening although we did head over to USD to watch Texas’ opening baseball game. Pacific Beach seems like a nice place to be; nice apartments and condos, close to the beach, and a great selection of sushi bars.
Pacific Beach night life is another story. The main strip reminds me of Austin’s 6th Street but if it were actually in College Station. The police patrol the street like they are looking for bank robbers, but they are just looking to prey on the drunk and stupid. I did hear that it’s pretty typical for hardhead dudes to get into fights over women, get 86′ed from the bar they’re at and get thrown in jail. Sounds like a cool place, huh? Let’s just say that the best place we went to all night was a dive bar called “Thrusters.” And no, this wasn’t a gay bar. This bar seemed to have the fewest number of meatheads, cheap sluts and gritty surfers under it’s roof. The drinks were cold and the people were nice…err tolerable. We didn’t stay out too late for fear that we might become like them. Dan and Mike explained that they wanted to “get this part of the way.” And now that it’s out of the way, I can enjoy the rest of San Diego.