It’s true. TLW has been quiet of late. As I’m writing this aboard my second flight back home from San Diego, I feel quite certain that fellow-TLW-er Cara has gone officially MIA. Will she ever return? Who knows. However, I have not abandoned you. Yet. But I did take a kick-ass trip to San Diego for a week, hence, the reason for the lack of stuffs.
So here’s how I see it:
New England: Cold. Rainy. Fast-paced and stressful.
California: Warm. Sunny. Relaxed.
New England: Miserable. Grouchy New Englanders. Quite possibly the meanest people on earth.
California: Fucking gorgeous. Strangers that probably treat you better than some of your best friends.
So let me pose this question to myself just one more time…Why do I live in Connecticut again?!?!
Ever since hitting the West Coast for the first time when I was about 12, I knew I had quite the attraction to the big C. And it wasn’t just the kick ass music, weather, and hot blondes. Well, that was part of it I’m sure. But what gives? Everyone is so happy all the time? They have the beach everywhere? They’re outdoors instead of cooped up next to a fire on a cold winter’s night with snow, sleet, freezing rain, and other types of precipitory hell. I think I just made up a new word. Precipitory. Interesting.
If Cali isn’t the best spot in our country, I don’t know what is.
Say New York and I’ll kill you.
Just kidding. That was an empty threat.
What did we do in California, you might ask. I shall enlighten you!
1- Ate our faces off. Mexican, Japanese, Good ol’ fashioned disgusting (but delicious) American. In and Out Burger. WOW. McDonald’s: Sit. Down.
2- Partied. Every. Day. “What’s there to do today?” “Well, it’s past 11 AM, time for a beer, right?”
3- Beaches. Mission to Pacific Beach (or what the cool kids call “PB”). I could honestly walk alongside the boardwalk or beachside foreverrr. Hot.
4- San Diego Zoo- I figured I should tap that, since I skipped it like twice before. It was confirmed that if I ever got into a fight with a god-knows-how-many-pounds Malaysian Tiger…I would, in fact, get my ass kicked. Hard.
5- We went to this cross. On top of a cliff. Once I have Internet, I should look this up. Bangin’ view of the city.
6- Coronado. Old Town. La Jolla. Hit up all the different hot spots SD had to offer. All of them just as wonderful as the next. (And most with delicious margaritas as well!).
7- ShamROCK festival for St. Patty’s day.
8- Bought THIS sweet t-shirt. Ok, I can’t find a pic and I’m at work but it was for: 
The moral of this probably-too-long entry is that I need to move to California. I’m taking applications for my future roommates.
You must:
1. Like to drink.
2. Like the beach.
3. Like to drink.
Those are some tough requirements to meet, I know. All inquiries should be emailed to me, pegged, or posted in the comments section below. Good Luck! And thanks for applying.
*edit* A shout-out and big thanks to Steph for being a superb host. You are my sunshine.
