san diego

lions and polar bears and leprechauns, oh my!

so, i was in san diego this weekend. i wanted to go to the zoo, and my
friend dan has some friends that moved there recently, so we got in the
car and drove south. there's this place called legoland. it sounds really exciting, but its
really mostly just an amusement park full of screaming small children
all cracked out on cotton candy. our plans to return late at night and
fuck on the lego octopus were foiled by my bleeding vagina. lame.

when we finally made it to dan's friends' house (through legoland, past
a giant pyramid, and waaaaaay down the highway) cat told us that there
were going to be leprechauns at this bar on the beach. it was really
exciting. lots of drunken irish people and tequila later, there were
little people/midgets/whatever the hell word i can use without getting
yelled at for being politically incorrect dressed as leprechauns and it
was AMAZING.

cat loves sparx as much as i do. we might be kind of in love in a platonic semi-alcoholic sort of way.

the next day we went to the zoo, rode the scariest sky lift ever
(actually, most people wouldn't think it was scarey at all but i'd
never seen one and really didn't trust it) to see the polar bears, and
wandered around drinking beer looking at animals and trying not to trip
over the small children.

fyi: you are not allowed to pet the cheetahs. bummer.