San diego, day 1

I write this from my hotel porch, which overlooks the bay and
concenquentially, the pacific ocean. To my left, the skyline of dan
diego glows out of the mist. its corner stretches into a bridge of
lights that connect the skyline to the other shores of the bay. Ahead is
the black of the ocean; only broken by the yellow and red lights of the
airport, or an adjucant building. On my right, a palm waves at me. We
are level to each other. On whims, I lean over the balcony to shake
hands. The date finds me slightly amusing.

T. is inside, showering. She has been beyond adjectives. We get along
quite splendidly and seem to manage each other, in spite of a few
conflicting ideologies. I enjoy my time with her immensely and do wish
to spend much more with her in the future. In the mean time, I am
satisfied with this weekend. It has been storybook.

Today started early. We went to sea world and made friends with shamu.
The dolphins slashed us and the food was palatable. The cirque de la mer
was a splendid, shining moment of whimsy and artistic perfection. I came
away from that with a hungry desire to acquire a jet ski of sorts. The
rollercoasters were alright. The best part of the day was spending time
with T and her best friend, S.

We had mexican after. The food, while bland, was worth the price of
admission. The shining centerpiece of gringo, the restaurant, was the
magnificent beast of a magarita served. Twelve dollars netted me a
chalice of tequila that put me floating for several hours afterward. The
next I attend, I want to try the different kinds of tequila offered.

Evening found T, S, and I in a jaccuzzi, talking about the important
things. Everyone needs to experience a midnight hot tub relevation,
among the glorious mists of heated thoughts.

T is out. I'm in. Cheers

~ I write with your life and my own ~