What I Did On My Summer Vacation, Part Deux

So when Pretty Girl and I got back from Indianapolis we did laundry. Boring? Noooo, we did laundry cuz we were going to SAN DIEGO!!!!!! Woo Hoo! Let the real vacation begin!

Pretty Girl didn't mind the drive very much - cuz she slept through most of it! My favorite part was the boarder stops and being asked if we were citizens. I wanted to say "What business is it of yours!" but we decided Boarder Patrol Agents probably didn't have the same sense of humor we do.

Anyway, we stayed at Ocean Beach in a hotel across the street from the beach. The hotel room was small but adequate, we had a fridge for my wine so I was happy.



















The first morning we walked out on the Ocean Beach Pier. It pretty much smells like urine. I think the homeless use it for their bathroom at night.



















Then we layed out at the beach even though it was overcast. Hey, it wasn't 112 degrees, which is what was happening at home! We chuckled at the surfers. Get a load of the size of the waves.



















We then went and picked up Stephen and went to eat at a Mexican Restaurant in Pacific Beach.



















This was my favorite sign in Ocean Beach.



















This sea gull was really pissing me off cuz he kept staring at me. I think he thought he recognized me from somewhere.



















Sometimes I think I'm a good photographer.



















We went to Belmont Park to ride the roller coaster cuz we do every time we go and we ate a corn dog cuz if we bought one we got one free. You don't have to ask me twice!



















We then walked down the beach walk to find the place we stayed 5 years ago. We found it.



















Meanwhile, back at Ocean Beach, this kid was so cool. We couldn't wait to see him surf. He had all the gear and the attitude.



















Till he went into the ocean ...



















Here is Pretty Girl sipping a margarita.



















Then some random guy off the street came up to her and handed her a note, his phone number, and asked her to call. I'm not sure what the outcome of that was. (Just kiddin' Doug)



















But, alas, all good things must come to an end. We had an uneventful trip home even though I wanted to mess with the Boarder Patrol.