Na ja.
Interesting last day and night in San Diego. First we wanted to rock the beach in the sun - just to find out that on one day per year sunny San Diego is not that sunny but windy and clouded. Good for the surfers, not so good for us.
Then the night came.
And it got worse.
First we were sitting in the hostel and kind of planning our further journey (in case you can call saying "well, ah... we can decide that spontanously tomorrow in the car, cant we?!" PLANNING...), then funny French Amory came along. He told us from this club with the MASSIVE que in front and was absolutely pumped about it (in fact he was so pumped that he repeated three times that he has to change and wear a "skirt" for going there... jaja... the French...). Consequently we followed.
And hell yes, the que was MASSIVE.
Somewhen while waiting for one and a half hours we found out the reason why the que was so massive... it was an 18+ party (for the uninitiated - normally clubs and bars and alcohol and obviously everything that is fun is just for 21 years up here in the US)... the rest you can imagine... And it was 20 bucks to come in... but at that time we couldnt cancel it anymore without breaking Amory's heart by letting him alone with his skirt...
Well, nothing really to add anymore... a bunch of 18years, trying desperately to look cool and start making out with ANYTHING of the other gender side (more or less). Then one girl smashed by frantically waving her arms around my glasses.
My NEW glasses.
That was enough then. Over and out.
We went home (okay, first a sissy beer in a great jazz-life-band bar... that was kind of compensating...).
What have we learned of that?
Dont go to 18+parties and dont trust long ques...
Interesting last day and night in San Diego. First we wanted to rock the beach in the sun - just to find out that on one day per year sunny San Diego is not that sunny but windy and clouded. Good for the surfers, not so good for us.
Then the night came.
And it got worse.
First we were sitting in the hostel and kind of planning our further journey (in case you can call saying "well, ah... we can decide that spontanously tomorrow in the car, cant we?!" PLANNING...), then funny French Amory came along. He told us from this club with the MASSIVE que in front and was absolutely pumped about it (in fact he was so pumped that he repeated three times that he has to change and wear a "skirt" for going there... jaja... the French...). Consequently we followed.
And hell yes, the que was MASSIVE.
Somewhen while waiting for one and a half hours we found out the reason why the que was so massive... it was an 18+ party (for the uninitiated - normally clubs and bars and alcohol and obviously everything that is fun is just for 21 years up here in the US)... the rest you can imagine... And it was 20 bucks to come in... but at that time we couldnt cancel it anymore without breaking Amory's heart by letting him alone with his skirt...
Well, nothing really to add anymore... a bunch of 18years, trying desperately to look cool and start making out with ANYTHING of the other gender side (more or less). Then one girl smashed by frantically waving her arms around my glasses.
My NEW glasses.
That was enough then. Over and out.
We went home (okay, first a sissy beer in a great jazz-life-band bar... that was kind of compensating...).
What have we learned of that?
Dont go to 18+parties and dont trust long ques...
4 comments:
Well, what can I comment on?......hmmmmm.... ahhh....hmmmmm... (I feel like I'm imitating someone, but who...?! :P) OH, for something completely different!, how about: a girl smashed your NEW glasses?? That sounds like something you'd really enjoy. So why the complaint? SOMETHING'S WRONG! hmmm
By the way, how did it feel being around hundreds of 18 year-old American girls going "OH MY GOD" all the time?! I can't even imagine the headache! eheheh
Well, changing the subject, how about some pictures?! We need visual information as well. Don't be lazy!!!
p.s. Any fear and loathing (apart from the 18 year-olds!) so far?
p.p.s. Who's Amory? Did I miss any post?
those pics weren't there the other day, were they??? :S
My goodness... I have so clever friends... who are actually following this blog very thouroughly... i am feeling honored!!!
And no - THIS kind of slapping is not what I mean!!! The context was wrong!!!
Ah... and Amory is that French guy in the trunk!!!
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