Two scenes from my lovely/awesome/awkward/hard-working/interesting weekend:
- Drove down to Irvine and Costa Mesa (my old college stomping grounds) on Friday and was thankfully able to see two old friends whom I miss VERY much (on the left Layla, on the right Ladi). We ate good food (more on that later), caught up on each others’ lives, and taught Layla the importance of reading The Hunger Games as soon as humanly possible. Love them, miss them terribly already.
- For the rest of the weekend, I was down in San Diego for a tiny, minuscule convention called Comic Con. And by tiny and minuscule, I mean the exact opposite (if that’s not at all confusing). Lots o’ people, and droids?, and superheroes?, and angry bird costumes?, and thousands upon thousands of fanboys. I went down for work (we had an event on Saturday) and it was kind of AWESOME to see so many unique characters (literally) roam the streets of downtown San Diego. For example, we ran into a gang of pirates at Old Spaghetti Factory, who in celebrating some sort of victory (I’m assuming they commandeered a ship or something of that nature), yelled out “To the upstairs bar for rum & debauchery!”. Meanwhile, I’m ordering mushroom marinara with noodles and a side salad.
Oh life, sometimes I just love you.
