Mind of Migg

I made it back from a fun filled weekend in San Diego alive and with all my limbs still attached on Sunday so I was happy. After 3 days filled with entertainment, I was exhausted.

Things kicked off Thursday afternoon. I picked up Victor and after a quick stop at Costco for some supplies and lunch, we were on the road. Since we left early, we were able to avoid traffic and made it to San Diego by 5. The place was awesome. Jerry did most of the organizing for me and Eric, and he did a great job finding a place. It was a three story condo, one block from the beach, and one block from the roller coaster in Mission Beach. There were patios on both levels and an open air deck on the third floor between the bedrooms me and Eric took.

Victor and I killed time watching the basketball games and waiting for everyone else. Jerry, Eric, and Rich arrived about five minutes before Abe, so they got the other garage spot and Abe was left circling the area for half an hour until he found a spot. Unfortunately, Tridi’s flight was delayed, so he and James didn’t arrive until some time after 1am. We all had a great time and it was a fun evening to start the weekend.

The first morning was for paintball. Unfortunately for me, I was in no condition to paintball after Victor and I finished the entire bottle of tequila on night #1. I spent the morning and early afternoon resting up for the remainder of the weekend. Everyone got back full of welts and paint and after lunch we all headed down to the beach. Under bad conditions (overcast, very windy), we played one of the longest, lowest scoring whiffleball games in history. We wrapped up at the beach and headed to the grocery store to grab supplies for a bbq. We grilled up some burgers, brats, and hot dogs and stuffed ourselves. After the food coma we headed out for a night on the town.

Day 2 started off with an 11 am tee time. We all overslept and it was a struggle to make it there one time. There was no time for warmup shots, since we had about two minutes to spare, so things started off rough. Not that I’m good anyway, since it was only my second time on a course, but it got better even for me by mid-afternoon. Since Victor wasn’t able to make it to golf, and James wasn’t playing, we had two groups of four. Since I suck, our group of four slowed down everyone, so we had to speed it up the last three holes (which meant tossing my ball a little closer to the course sometimes). We played a full 18 holes and the sky cleared up as we reached the back 9 so it was a beautiful day. I made it through the course losing only 2 balls, narrowly avoided hitting a car windshield by a few inches, and even made par on one hole. I considered it a huge success. After a couple hours in the sun, everyone went home and fell asleep; either in a bed or on the beach.

When everyone was up again, we headed downtown to catch the Padres vs the Cincinnati Reds. Petco Park is a really nice place to catch a game. It had it’s quirks: the corner of a building comprises the left field foul pole, there’s a lawn area in outfield, and there’s a patio on a nearby skyscraper where people can watch the game from a distance. It was a bit chilly since we were in the upper deck and it’s right next to the ocean, but it wasn’t too bad. The crowd left something to be desired though. I missed two big plays because I was distracted by the wave. It’s not that I’m against the wave at ballgames, but a crowd shouldn’t do it in the middle of a one run game. That, and it wasn’t very crowded to begin with.

The game wound up going into extra innings, but we weren’t interested in staying any longer in what had already become a late game. We hit up the gaslamp area downtown for the night and stopped in a few pubs. We saw the end of the Padre game in the 15th inning while at a bar and were relieved we didn’t stay for the entire game. After the big night on Friday it was tough to keep the energy going as high on Saturday night. We headed back fairly early (for a party night) and made our usual stop at Roberto’s. My diet that entire weekend consisted of Burgers, Hot Dogs, and a late night Carne Asada burrito from Roberto’s each night.

We had to be out of the place by 10am, so most of us woke up relatively early to pack and make sure everything was in order. Tridi and Victor hopped in the car and we were on our way by 10:30. It was a great weekend, or “epic” as Abe called it. I’m glad everyone was able to come out and have a good time, and I’m glad I was able to share the weekend with Eric (mostly because we’re in a recession and I couldn’t afford to do that twice). Now we get to do it all over again for Tridi in Tahoe in 3 weeks!