San Diego contd.

So after the bloody mary was put down it was time for the beach. We payed for our meals and made our way through the maze of tables and out onto the street. Whatever clouds covered the sun a few hours earlier were completely gone now, the sun was blazing and the breeze was beautiful. We walked passed tattoo shops and beach restaurants until we arrived at the roller coast and carnival area. I needed to be a tourist for a little while and I felt like dressing like one, so we stopped at a t-shirt stand to get some San Diego apparel. The owner of the shop was a smoking hot mexican girl in her mid twenties. She knew it and wasn't afraid to exploit it as she began flirting with us immediately. I picked out a black tshirt that had "SAN" in hot pink and "DIEGO" right under it in electric green.

"If this isn't touristy I don't know what is" I said as put it next to the register. The girl giggled and asked if that was my plan to meet San Diego women, act like a tourist. I smiled and told her she nailed it on the head, after all that was our plan.

After the tshirt stand we went over to a bar right on the shore call "Michael's", walking into the front doors the placed looked like...nothing. The floor and walls were black and there was no bar, no people and a stage with no band, just microphone stands. We looked around at the bouncer who just pointed to the stairs without saying a word. It was a completely different story upstairs, it wasnt a second floor as much as it was just the roof of the bar. The bar had a straw "tikki" styled roof and all the tables had huge straw umbrellas. We immediately opened up a tab and sat at a table overlooking the ocean.

At less than a hundred yards away, the ocean looked incredible. Both it and the beach were flooded with people surfing, fishing, jogging, playing volleyball, but mostly drinking and tanning. I might as well have been in Cancun on spring break. After 4 or 5 beers we decided to leave our tab open but run downstairs and charge the ocean. So we hopped off our stools and sprinted down the staircase, across the two lane pedestrian walk and over and around a maze of bodies. Diving into the ocean drunk was an odd feeling to say the least. The cold water didn't hit me for a few seconds and I barely noticed as i was pummeled by wave after wave. Whatever lowered sensibility i had from beign drunk seemed to channel itself into addrenaline. We wrestled around and rode waves until the dehydration was crippling, then we limped out of the ocean as if we had just finished the last leg of a triatholon, probably not the smartest move in hindsight. Then it was back to the open tab...