San Diego part deux
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ghiniSunday we saw big, fat, naked creatures lying on the beach... and seals.
When we last left our adventurers we were all passed out in Brooke's house. Brooke loks at her empty whiskey bottle and asks 'Who drank all my whiskey'. I reminder her that she did, and was proudly announcing she was doing shots straight out of the bottle. Brooke does not remember this, but is proud of it anyway. :)
The morning begins with a tour of the gay district of San Diego and a trip to yet another excellent taco stand. Brooke is cataloging the passers by like someone in a gay Wild Kingdom:
"Here we have the bookish homo. Over there is the jogger homo. Oh, look, an emo homo!"
Our favorite was the 'Tall, Elvis-looking homo with a jacket with pictures of guns all over it and a very tiny boyfriend'. Runner up was midget homo.
This sign made me laugh.
Stuffed with good mexican food we head to the park next to the san diego zoo. We wander around for a bit...
Now Brooke takes us to Blacks Beach, a famous nude beach in San Diego. She describes it as the beach 'full of fat old men with cockrings'. For reasons unknown, we agree to go. Along the way we see a classic SoCal geek car.
Blacks beach is gorgeous from the top of the cliff above it.
That's right. It's at the bottom of a cliff. Brooke forgot to mention that. To make it even more interesting, Southern California has just finished a week of torrential rains, leading to mudslides. This means the cliff we have to walk down is either wet, muddy or washed out. We climb down slowly and a bit unsurely.
We stroll along the beach. Brooke is our tour guide of the surreal: "Look, Cockring! Look, dead seal!" The naked people on the beach are about 95% male, and fall into two major categories:
1. Middle aged guys wearing hats, sunglasses and t-shirts. That's it.
2. Middle aged naked guys lying on the beach with legs spread to maximize the ocean breeze on their nuts.
There are no pictures of naked old men. You're welcome.
Here's Brooke, with our new pal Stinky the Dead Seal.
We wander down the beach for a while. After a bit, we all realize we need to go to the bathroom. Brooke, surrounded by naked people, does not want to go behind a bush to pee because they will know what she's doing. Go figure. So we decide to head back to the car. Since it's a long way back to the cliff, we decide to climb up an entirely new and different cliff. Brooke, damn her, runs up the damn thing like a mountain goat. I require two stops to catch my breath. Time to quit smoking and head back to the gym.
Brooke stands triumphant at the top, and declares herself King of the Nudies.
The four of us, atop the cliff.
Next we head down the coast a bit to see the seals. Seals are fun. Their faces are a cross between a cat and a dog. Their bodies are like slugs. Or perhaps like very fat cats with the arms and legs replaced with stubby flippers. They spend their days lying in the sun on the beach. Not a bad life.
The seal at the bottom of this pic kept rubbing his front flippers together like Mr Burns in the Simpsons. He didn't say 'Excellent, Smithers' tho. :(
When a wave came far enough up the beach to get them wet, all the seals would raise their heads and tails up a few inches to keep them out of the water. This made them look like big fat commas.
This guy has a look on his face that my cat has at the end of a long, hard day of basking in the sun.
Some of them made it a whole 10 feet out to the rock in the water.
After a quick meal of crap at Jack In The Box we bid farewell to Brooke and headed back to LA.
When we last left our adventurers we were all passed out in Brooke's house. Brooke loks at her empty whiskey bottle and asks 'Who drank all my whiskey'. I reminder her that she did, and was proudly announcing she was doing shots straight out of the bottle. Brooke does not remember this, but is proud of it anyway. :)
The morning begins with a tour of the gay district of San Diego and a trip to yet another excellent taco stand. Brooke is cataloging the passers by like someone in a gay Wild Kingdom:
"Here we have the bookish homo. Over there is the jogger homo. Oh, look, an emo homo!"
Our favorite was the 'Tall, Elvis-looking homo with a jacket with pictures of guns all over it and a very tiny boyfriend'. Runner up was midget homo.
This sign made me laugh.
Stuffed with good mexican food we head to the park next to the san diego zoo. We wander around for a bit...
Now Brooke takes us to Blacks Beach, a famous nude beach in San Diego. She describes it as the beach 'full of fat old men with cockrings'. For reasons unknown, we agree to go. Along the way we see a classic SoCal geek car.
Blacks beach is gorgeous from the top of the cliff above it.
That's right. It's at the bottom of a cliff. Brooke forgot to mention that. To make it even more interesting, Southern California has just finished a week of torrential rains, leading to mudslides. This means the cliff we have to walk down is either wet, muddy or washed out. We climb down slowly and a bit unsurely.
We stroll along the beach. Brooke is our tour guide of the surreal: "Look, Cockring! Look, dead seal!" The naked people on the beach are about 95% male, and fall into two major categories:
1. Middle aged guys wearing hats, sunglasses and t-shirts. That's it.
2. Middle aged naked guys lying on the beach with legs spread to maximize the ocean breeze on their nuts.
There are no pictures of naked old men. You're welcome.
Here's Brooke, with our new pal Stinky the Dead Seal.
We wander down the beach for a while. After a bit, we all realize we need to go to the bathroom. Brooke, surrounded by naked people, does not want to go behind a bush to pee because they will know what she's doing. Go figure. So we decide to head back to the car. Since it's a long way back to the cliff, we decide to climb up an entirely new and different cliff. Brooke, damn her, runs up the damn thing like a mountain goat. I require two stops to catch my breath. Time to quit smoking and head back to the gym.
Brooke stands triumphant at the top, and declares herself King of the Nudies.
The four of us, atop the cliff.
Next we head down the coast a bit to see the seals. Seals are fun. Their faces are a cross between a cat and a dog. Their bodies are like slugs. Or perhaps like very fat cats with the arms and legs replaced with stubby flippers. They spend their days lying in the sun on the beach. Not a bad life.
The seal at the bottom of this pic kept rubbing his front flippers together like Mr Burns in the Simpsons. He didn't say 'Excellent, Smithers' tho. :(
When a wave came far enough up the beach to get them wet, all the seals would raise their heads and tails up a few inches to keep them out of the water. This made them look like big fat commas.
This guy has a look on his face that my cat has at the end of a long, hard day of basking in the sun.
Some of them made it a whole 10 feet out to the rock in the water.
After a quick meal of crap at Jack In The Box we bid farewell to Brooke and headed back to LA.
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Date: 2005-01-21 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-21 11:04 pm (UTC)He also forgot the midget house, that isnt really full of midgets....
Nice pictures, though!
Date: 2005-01-21 09:06 pm (UTC)Re: Nice pictures, though!
Date: 2005-01-21 09:34 pm (UTC)Re: Nice pictures, though!
Date: 2005-01-21 09:43 pm (UTC)Re: Nice pictures, though!
Date: 2005-01-21 11:00 pm (UTC)Re: Nice pictures, though!
Date: 2005-01-21 09:35 pm (UTC)Re: Nice pictures, though!
Date: 2005-01-21 10:18 pm (UTC)Re: Nice pictures, though!
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Date: 2005-01-21 10:55 pm (UTC)except for dead one.
ick.
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Date: 2005-01-21 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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