We’re in San Diego! The weather is ideal, and the Mexican restaurants are as plentiful as Dunkin’ Donuts are back home. I have always contended that there’s no reason for Florida anymore, because we have a perfectly good California to visit or move to. In any case, this is how we got here:
The Super 8 Motel we stayed in presented a surreal dilemma. The clock indicated that we were already in Pacific time, so we thought we had an extra hour to sleep/hit the continental breakfast/check out. We did not. So we hustled to shower and get out.
We embarked on a long day of desert driving, on which we saw many impressive natural sights.
Then we arrived in San Diego at Misha and Rachel’s house. They have a new home and a new cat. Both are terrific. We went to Mama Testa’s for dinner. I had soft tacos al pastor. Good choice, me!
Then we scooted over to Lestat’s, a 24 hour coffee shop where a comedy show is. We sat around for a while waiting to see when the show would start, and then, on a whim, I went outside to see where else it could be. Like a dummy, I had been waiting next door to the actual venue. We got inside and did the show with San Diego/Los Angeles comics Mal Hall, KT Tatara, Andy Ruther, and Patrick Keane. The audience was amazing, especially considering it was a free show at a coffee shop on the drinkin’est night of the year. We got to work out the kinks on some new jokes we had written in the car. Shawn has a killer new thing about falconry (really). It is really a great room. Thanks to Jono Zalay for hooking it up.
Today some hoops, and then up to LA.