Beach Weekend In February

Friday the 13th, we took the farewell tour down to San Diego. We stayed with my younger brother-in-law Jarret, charming young thespian moonlighting as a bartender. He takes us to all the hotspots in his Normal Heights/North Park  neighborhood. 

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That night I had by far the best fish tacos I've ever had at Oscars. After we kicked back with some drinks at Alibi, a small dive bar with an interesting chalkboard on the side. "Before I die..." is printed with blank spots for the public to chalk in their bucket lists. Most are hallmark lame like "find love" but others like "get out of the Navy" bring a chuckle. The next morning as we strolled by to get brunch at the dog friendly Baja Betty's I saw the board being washed clean by a gnome. Who else would you employ to erase dreams?

 Gnomes say, "fuck your dreams"

Gnomes say, "fuck your dreams"

Saturday we toured Fiesta Island for some leash free excitement with Leo followed by the purpose of our trip, taxes. Crystal's eldest brother Johnny again masterfully helped us complete all our taxes and we should expect just shy of $1700. A nice boost to the Oregon Trail fund.

Sunday was even better with a trip to Coronado Dog Beach. Dogs everywhere. Leo could not even focus on us he was so occupied with other dogs and balls being thrown. Several times he seemed to realize he may have lost us and started barking at nothing.

 Leo Leads with Bohdi hot on his heels

Leo Leads with Bohdi hot on his heels

All this touring and couch surfing is dissolving the surrealistic sensation I had in the beginning, with everything becoming very real. With it being my birthday, I now look inward to my own accomplishments, missed opportunities and goals for the future. I'm gearing myself to be more decisive and to take risks without being self-conscious of how others view me. Sun Tzu say's, "When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be."

 

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