San Diego

So yesterday was a pretty typical Friday - until I got on the train to San Diego! As usual, I was a few minutes late to the station, and apparently, trains run on this schedule where they can't be bothered to wait for stragglers. So I got to wait in the LOVELY Amtrack station in Santa Ana for an hour and a half and interact with the most friendly latino workers EVER. And by friendly, I mean 'get away from me, white devil.' Ewwwwww.

Once I got on the train, however, it was a different story. I LOVE traveling by train. There's just something so romantic about it. I'd guess it reminds me of old movies with people like Marilyn Monroe traveling across country before automobiles took a stranglehold on the country.

San Diego is beautiful, as I remembered. It 'rained' last night and this morning. More of a drizzle, really. But there's a peace that comes with it. I've sat most of the morning with a buddy of mine watching it come down and talking about important issues, like Brittney's baby dilemma and LiLo's coke habbit.

Good times...