Tag: San Diego

San Diego Power Outage 2011

I can not believe the massive power outage that occurred that was not caused by a similarly massive act of nature! I was at the pool with my friend Jessica and we were actually leaving as we heard people saying power was out in Poway and other neighboring communities. As we made our way to Taco Bell to see if they might be open, some traffic lights were out, though not all. We had hope that we would be able to satisfy our cheap Mexican food-wannabe cravings. Alas, we were notified by a couple of employees in the parking lot that the power was out and we could not be served. We were bummed, but Jessica has hope that she wouldn’t have to go to class. The person who answered for the administration at the college she goes to relayed that she just received confirmation that the power outage was widespread and there would indeed not be any classes.

We ended up spending our time at her house, had a couple of grilled black bean burgers and when one of her roommates came home, we received word that the Albertson’s nearby was still open and taking card payments. We went ahead and bought water, ice, soda, and beef jerky and followed up with a visit to the Home Depot which was across the parking lot. They were open and taking cards as well, so I went ahead and picked up a mini Mag lite flashlight since we didn’t have any in the apartment. How? I don’t know. We have plenty of candles though…

The Maglite came in handy, though! Shortly after getting back to her house, I borrowed her bicycle and rode to my apartment which is a couple of miles away. I needed to check on Gunny and make sure she had food and enough water, as well as turn off the A/C units and open windows for ventilation. I also changed into shorts and put some stuff in a backpack. My purse was just not going to cut it, especially since it was getting in my way as I biked.

The sun had just set and that’s why the Maglite came into play. The hallways in my apartment building were already pitch black and there was also too little light to navigate my apartment. Once I left, all sunlight was pretty much gone and I held it one hand as a headlight while I navigated the streets. Back at Jessica’s, I met a couple of her friends and we sat around her little grill, burning pieces of wood from an old wooden chair to give us a centerpiece and light while playing “I’ve Never”. We had some drinks, tons of random stories and it was definitely fun.

Eventually it was just her two roommates, a couple of their friends and I left as Jessica’s friends went to someone else’s house and she went to sleep. I eventually made my way back to my apartment via walking, again with my Maglite guiding the way. Cop cars were patrolling the streets, which was comforting and nerve wracking at the same time. I felt like they might question my walking so late at night during such a precarious event. I just want to get home! Thankfully, I was left alone and there were very few cars and no other pedestrians. I did notice some street lights were on in the distance and as I got closer to the apartment building, the shopping center lights and some music was back on. Unfortunately it didn’t extend to where we lived and it was pretty dark during the last block or so of my trek. I came across some bunnies, though!

My cell phone had died during the evening so as I was charging it on my laptop, just a couple of minutes later the bedroom light comes on and HALLELUJAH there’s power! I posted it all over Facebook, Twitter, commented on the San Diego subreddit… I’m so grateful that the power’s back on for a variety of reasons, but especially that it’s not going to mess with my time with my LA friends once they arrive come tomorrow afternoon! Unfortunately I did lose Thursday afternoon cleaning/organizing time… Bah.

I really hope any one else who happens to live in the affected areas is safe, sound and if you don’t already have power restored, that it will come on soon!

Getting My Move On

The husband and I are moving to a new apartment this weekend. We signed the lease, put down the deposit and got the keys tonight. There’s still quite a bit of packing and cleaning to do. Who am I kidding? All of it needs to be done. Our lease is up on the 4th, so we have until then to get our shit out of here and clean the apartment decently so we can get some, if not most, of our deposit back.

I’m quite pleased with our new apartment. There are wall units for the A/C instead of the centralized we have now, but that’s totally fine with me. We’re on the 1st floor, as you can see. Our patio is a good size, we don’t face a parking lot or major street and I’m praying that our upstairs neighbors don’t have two rambunctious kids and a piano…

I finally started sorting through the massiveness that is our clothes hoard. Donate, trash and everything else. The husband can deal with his clothes… I have enough of my own to take care of. I packed up the guest bathroom and cleaned the shower/tub. I have the two fabric shower curtains in the wash right now just to spruce them up for the new apartment.

The somewhat fortunate thing is most of our stuff is already in boxes and totes, but there’s no rhyme or reason to it. We still just didn’t have any place to put most of it since our larger furniture is still in storage. I’ll be fucked if I don’t get that shit in the next 6 months … I MUST! I’m definitely tired of living like a poor college bachelor. But hey, if you need a place to crash, we do have an extra bed! *rollseyes*

I definitely want to make this apartment HOMEY. I want to really enjoy it. I’ve prevented myself from doing too much because I keep expecting a move. I did put up some pictures and such at our current apartment, but it didn’t actually help in the making it “ours” part. Just some shit put up on the walls. I want some of my friend, Nessa‘s, photography to hang up on my walls. She takes beautiful photos. Her art is pretty great, too. WANT!!

A Gaslamp Experience

Dodgers @ San Diego This weekend was quite crazy. It started Friday night when I had to pick up a schwasted husband from the Gaslamp area of Downtown San Diego after he went to a work-organized event at Petco Park to watch the Dodgers play the Padres. It was a on & off rainy evening, so the rest of the game after the top of the 9th was rained out, but that didn’t keep anyone from going down the blocks in their clubbing finest and doing what people do in downtown areas on a Friday night. It was amusing as I rolled along, seeing the girls in their butt-long tube dressed and 5″ heels walking from club to club in 45°F and wet weather. I felt a strange mix of smug and bad about myself. I eventually got the boy home and didn’t end up going to bed myself until about 0330 in the morning. That sucked. Why?

I had a work meeting at 8am. We have one about once a period and it’s always on a Saturday morning at 8am. We were gypped donuts this time around, though. Talk about disappointing! It lasted about an hour and when I got home, I was faced with whether I was going to return to bed or not. I decided to stay up, get myself some Starbucks and ended up getting some McDonald’s breakfast as well, since that’s what the still-drunk husband requested. After getting back from that errand, I gave my dad a call to see what he and my mom were up to. They had come down from LA on the Amtrak and were staying at the Marriott across the street from Petco Park to see the game on Saturday. I love my parents so I was excited to meet up with them. Which we did, once I coaxed the husband out of his semi-drunk grumpiness.

Let the 14-hours of drinking commence!

It starts with two bottles of wine split between my parents and me at lunch. I was slow on drinking, however, so I had maybe a glass and a half. This is followed by splitting a bottle of wine with my mom at a cigar shop. Next is a round of cocktails at the club/bar that sits on top of the Marriott and after this is when my parents leave our company to head to the game inside the baseball park. The husband and I have another round of drinks followed by a sudden decision to try and get a hotel room nearby for a (relatively) cheap rate. We do, so we make our way to the Marriott connected to the convention center1 and we check in, take some time to enjoy the room and view, and freshen up. To get back to the Gaslamp, we take a pedicab2, which are almost as prevalent as regular cabs are in the area. The rest of the night shall be in bullet format…

  • Dinner and one round at a Thai restaurant.
  • Three or four rounds at the Marble Room.
  • Go back to my parents’ room to give them back their key card, get sunglasses my dad had brought for me, the baseball tickets for Sunday and say goodnight.
  • Back to Marble Room for another round.
  • One or two rounds at Nicki Rotten’s.
  • Rockin Baja for one round.
  • Two or three rounds at Blarney Stone.
  • Stumble back to hotel and pass the eff out around 0220am.

Yeah. I think I’ve had my official Gaslamp pubcrawl experience now. When we said goodnight to my parents, we made plans to meet up with them for breakfast around 0930 before they headed back to LA on the train around noon. I managed to get and make my way to their hotel, being only a few minutes late, but without the husband. How I did it and not him is beyond me since he’s the one who “doesn’t get hangovers”. The parents and I had breakfast at the ever-so-popular Broken Yolk. My dad had managed to get a table before the line outside really started to form, yay! I had no friggin idea what I was going to choose to eat. All I cared about was drinking down the two waters on my side of the table3. I managed to pick out an omelet with corned beef, tomatoes and cheddar cheese. I had one bite and decided I was better off eating my sourdough toast and fruit. The omelet’s in my fridge now, chillin’ *lol*.

After breakfast, I bid goodbye to my parents and made my drag back to our hotel where I met up with the husband outside the lobby, waiting for our car to be brought up by the valet. We were both hurting, understandably so. We made our way back to our apartment to get our Dodgers gear on, and just sit a while before the game.

How disappointing the game was! At least we won two out of the three game series, but I was mad I got to see the crappy game4. It was great finally being in Petco Park after having lived here for over a year now… It’s a great little baseball park, but it’s no Dodger Stadium. It was the first Military Appreciation Day for the Padres, so they wore their new digital camo jerseys, which aren’t nearly as ugly as the desert camo ones they wore last season. However, at the game I was actually feeling good and not hungover, which was great.

Once we got home after the game, I just kind of went comatose on the recliner, going in and out of consciousness with the TV on.

I think my friends on Facebook & Twitter are thankful my phone was dead all night on Saturday. I’m more disappointed that I didn’t have my camera along… Not that I’m sure I would’ve gotten any good pictures of anything, but maybe I could’ve coaxed a picture together with the husband out of him… Oh well. It was ultimately a great and fun weekend, but there won’t be any repeats in the near future. I can promise you that.

  1. As the one my parents were staying in didn’t have any rooms available for less than $300.
  2. Think a rickshaw with a person peddling a bike instead of walking.
  3. Table for four since the husband was expected.
  4. As in, the Dodgers didn’t win.