The Germans discovered it in 1904, and they called it "San Diego", which in German means "whale's vagina".
so, san diego was fucking awesome. nearly every person i spoke to about the trip sounded reluctant, but i proved 'em wrong. i wasn't raped, and i came back with my wallet and both kidneys.
thursday was mostly just hanging out. we grabbed a burger (which was better than fuddrucker's) at this "island burger" place, and went to visit another former guildmember, who went by the name "lizzie" or "loralie" in game.
in real life, her name was caroline, and she was pretty cool. this girl is 19 years old and she not only doesn't live at home, but she also has a pretty good career as a quality assurance person for the art in everquest 2. how intimidating! caroline's pretty freakin' cool.
friday we went to see "hero" at some huge regal cinema. the movie screen was 30-40% bigger than the ones at home. i didn't really like the movie.
after that, we went to tijuana. holy crap. as soon as we got over the border we caught a taxi. the driver said "you want massage? sucky fucky?" like 5 times and we said no every time.
so he dropped us off at a whorehouse called the "purple rain".
after a beer and a shot to appease the pimp/manager/whatever, we hit the streets, trying to find revolucion blvd, which is where all the american girls go to dance or drink or whatever. unfortunately we had no idea where that was, because pops was used to taking a taxi there.
so we wandered through the dirty streets of tijuana, checking our wallets every 2-3 seconds and desperately searching for signs of american chain restaurants to signify safer, more civilized grounds. i saw dogs in the street and caught the scent of vomit and cooking meat of which i'm certain didn't come from a cow, chicken or pig.
eventually we spotted other americans, and they gave us directions. we were saved.
i'm pretty sure there are actually more douchebags standing in front of strip clubs begging me to go in than there are actual strippers inside them.
saturday afternoon we went bodysurfing, which was awesome. i'd never swam in saltwater before, and i had this instinctive urge to open my mouth after i get out of the water. its so disgusting when the saltwater drips onto the back of your tongue. we rented boogie boards too, and caught some pretty decent waves. sometimes i wouldn't aim the board in the right direction and the wave would throw me underwater.
saturday evening, caroline and her roommates, who also work for SoE, threw a big house party for SoE staff and friends. i was very psyched to attend; these people were like celebrities to me. i met baelish, celrak, mennix, ester the tester, and gallenite, among others. they were all very cool and friendly people, and i had an excellent time.
it was the perfect ending to the best vacation ever.
i sold my eq account for $755.
thursday was mostly just hanging out. we grabbed a burger (which was better than fuddrucker's) at this "island burger" place, and went to visit another former guildmember, who went by the name "lizzie" or "loralie" in game.
in real life, her name was caroline, and she was pretty cool. this girl is 19 years old and she not only doesn't live at home, but she also has a pretty good career as a quality assurance person for the art in everquest 2. how intimidating! caroline's pretty freakin' cool.
friday we went to see "hero" at some huge regal cinema. the movie screen was 30-40% bigger than the ones at home. i didn't really like the movie.
after that, we went to tijuana. holy crap. as soon as we got over the border we caught a taxi. the driver said "you want massage? sucky fucky?" like 5 times and we said no every time.
so he dropped us off at a whorehouse called the "purple rain".
after a beer and a shot to appease the pimp/manager/whatever, we hit the streets, trying to find revolucion blvd, which is where all the american girls go to dance or drink or whatever. unfortunately we had no idea where that was, because pops was used to taking a taxi there.
so we wandered through the dirty streets of tijuana, checking our wallets every 2-3 seconds and desperately searching for signs of american chain restaurants to signify safer, more civilized grounds. i saw dogs in the street and caught the scent of vomit and cooking meat of which i'm certain didn't come from a cow, chicken or pig.
eventually we spotted other americans, and they gave us directions. we were saved.
i'm pretty sure there are actually more douchebags standing in front of strip clubs begging me to go in than there are actual strippers inside them.
saturday afternoon we went bodysurfing, which was awesome. i'd never swam in saltwater before, and i had this instinctive urge to open my mouth after i get out of the water. its so disgusting when the saltwater drips onto the back of your tongue. we rented boogie boards too, and caught some pretty decent waves. sometimes i wouldn't aim the board in the right direction and the wave would throw me underwater.
saturday evening, caroline and her roommates, who also work for SoE, threw a big house party for SoE staff and friends. i was very psyched to attend; these people were like celebrities to me. i met baelish, celrak, mennix, ester the tester, and gallenite, among others. they were all very cool and friendly people, and i had an excellent time.
it was the perfect ending to the best vacation ever.
i sold my eq account for $755.