San Diego

Brian: Early to bed, early to rise. Considering I went to bed at 9 last night I wasn't surprised to see the sun at 7:15 the next morning. Nick needs a little bit more sleep than I do so I watched the season opener of Lost on my lappy and let him and Julie rise naturally. Julie had requested the night before that we help her out with some household projects in return for our stay with her. Now let me begin by saying that neither Nick nor I minded helping her out one bit. In fact we could both use a little bit of manual labor, and considering how many people have selflessly helped us out on this trip we figured it would be good karma to return the favor even a little bit. That being said, and especially for those of you interested in CouchSurfing in the future, there are typically to be no expectations of exchange by either party involved. Although, the type of people that use CouchSurfing are likely the type of people (like us) who enjoy doing something random like ripping up floor tiles for a couple hours. So that's what we did.

Nick: The irony of a couple white guys doing a little day labor in an entirely Hispanic neighborhood did not escape us. The house was built in 1913, and everyone knows that was the golden age of the tile-glue industry. As such, it was a initially quite difficult to pull up the flooring that had, after so much time in its position, become reluctant to move. With a Nick Ison patented technique of pounding a paint scraper with a hammer, the work was finished and it was time to explore a bit more of San Diego. First stop, oil change for Lucy. Check. Next stop, In and Out. Check. The zoo: too expensive, no check. Somehow it had gotten to be a bit late by around this time so, for lack of any better plans, we called Francis up and went out for round two of Trivia at Pacific Bar and Grill.

Brian: Not to mentioned the amazing Wednesday happy hour special of two dollar beers. This time we wanted to really take advantage of the special so we decided to ride our bikes down to the bar instead. Francis took a skateboard, and as we approached our destination he hit a little bump in the road which fired his skateboard backwards and his body forwards with equal momentum (note: Francis is heavier than his board so the velocity of his board would have to be higher in order to have the same momentum as his body). I was following too closely and so had to ditch my bike in the opposite direction, jump, and hope for the best. Luckily there were no injuries but we kept wider distances for the rest of the ride and arrived intact.

Nick: To our horror, the scourge of the previous outing, the tyrant of trivia BobMac was back, and he was putting up some serious numbers. Eventually, the legend himself came to our table to introduce himself. Francis told him how he felt about being beaten all the time. BobMac was mildly amused with out feeble attempts to other-throw his reign of bar trivia terror. We headed back, and after a harrowing bike/skate ride, settled in to lay some head shots down on the rest of the Halo world. I think we did alright. Over and.. crap, out of grenades.