On the Pacific coast, humans and wildlife in coexistence.
"With so much drama in the LBC..."
After a late start, I made my way to the world famous San Diego Zoo. Upon arriving at the gate, I discovered the admission fee to be thirty-five American dollars - and promptly walked away. The only way I'd pay that much to get in there would be if a live panda birth was taking place and Ron Burgundy was reporting on it. I headed elsewhere in Balboa Park and walked around for a bit, then got lunch at In-N-Out Burger. Everybody from California raves about this place; I found my Double-Double to be adequate, but not spectacular. Then it was off to Torrey Pines State Beach a few miles to the north. I spent about three hours at the beach - a little sunning, and a little swimming. I didn't get the
Just before leaving, I texted my friend Mike, with whom I'd be staying for the next two nights, to get his address. Five minutes later, I got a message back - from Facebook. It informed me that a different classmate would be appearing on Cash Cab the following day. Even without the directions, I rolled north. I was driving on the 405 when the reply came - asking who it was. A little back-and-forth was necessary before we finally got our plans set. I rolled into Snoop's hood, also known as Long Beach, and had dinner at Hooters. It was Military Monday, and I got the 20% discount even though I'm out. Throughout dinner, the SoCal jokes starting flowing in my head:
- So that girl over there, she's an aspiring...actor, director, or screenwriter?
- I wonder if Snoop Dogg and his crew have ever rolled up in here.
- I'm glad I'm rolling out of here before the Lakers win the title and their fans riot.
Pictures: Day 14 (San Diego/Long Beach)