San diego, day 3

Bay mornings continue with abandon. I woke up to the brilliant blue of
the water and T standing in front of wide open french windows. The
concept of waking up in such luxury is foreign to me and I often have to
blink out sleep to ensure that I am, in fact, not still dreaming. I like
my little balcony to the bay. I spend mornings watching people sail, jet
ski, and otherwise bounce along the surface, and I spend nights watching
the lights of the skyline and of the naval yard play will o wisp with
the black suface of the bay. The palm tree next to the balcony and I
have become fast friends. I am glad that it does not mock my skin
condition and in exchange, I don't notice that its leaves are in
disarray.

As predicted, the sun had laid the smacketh down on me. In spite of my
precautions and several re-application of precautions, I am conpletely
burn. The only spot on my both that didn't burn was that which was under
shorts. I have never before been burned so extensively and my skin
simmers in silent rage. I dread slightly the sun, but know that the
beach is far more precious. I am therefore determined to keep a shirt on
today and fry something other than my aching torso. If I don't become
tan, the sun, my skin, and I, will all have issues.

Last night, we went to the hard rock cafe. As expected, the food was
odiously slow. The experience sucked the life out of our party and our
bar scene was torturously banal. The highlight of the evening was an
irishman who was fluent in irish sign. I spent much time looking at him
crosseyed while T managed to make communication magic. Were it not for
T, I probably would have left the guy out of sheer fustration, or at
least would have attempted to drink him under the table just to say I
did that with an irishman.

T is out of the shower. My turn

The fireworks tonight will explode rampant across the bay. T and I have
elected to stay on our balcony and watch the colours' brilliant descent
from there. I very much look forward to this positive, yet aggressive
display of pride.
~ I write with your life and my own ~