Day 3 was beach day!
Here’s the In-N-Out at Rosecrans and Sports Arena, which used to be my “regular” In-N-Out.
I inadvertantly made a friend on the bus. We sat down near an elderly gentleman with lots of long ear hair who had a newspaper next to him, so I asked if it was his paper so I could read it. This began a horribly awkward, extremely loud and pretty one-sided conversation, during which he spoke of computer repairmen, godless communists, summer camps and foreign tyrants hiding away on their secret islands.
We wanted to get off the bus at Grand to go to the gas station on the corner to go hunting for Rachel, the infamous transgendered gas station attendant. (link) He refused to accept this. He’d say “Oh you want Garnet, that’s where all the shops are, that’s the main street.” And I’d say, “No, actually I want to get off at Grand.” Then he’d say “No you want to get Garnet, that’s the main street through Pacific Beach,” and I’d reply, “Yes, I realize that, but I actually want to get off at Garnet.”
I should have just ignored him, and Sara wondered why I kept encouraging him, but I just feel really bad when I’m rude to people. There were about 500 points during that 20-minute ride where I really wanted to just say “Shut up, you senile old moron,” but I couldn’t do that, and I couldn’t do anything along the spectrum of rudeness short of just listening and politely participating. And I’m pretty sure everyone else on the bus hated me for that.
We finally got out at Grand (another bus rider eventually snapped at him: “They want to get off at Grand!!”) but we were unfortunately denied a Rachel sighting. We did end up going to Garnet, which we’d intended from the beginning - not because of the old man on the bus - and walked down Garnet to the beach.
Before you get to the beach, you come to Fatburger. Sara wanted to get a picture with this sign for her dad.
We went down to the beach, and here is Sara realizing, thanks to a wave that came further up the beach than the rest, that the Pacific can be pretty chilly in March.
We walked along the beach for a while and then went up to the Garnet Pier. This is just a standard hold-the-camera-out-and-try-to-take-a-picture-of-ourselves shot…after about 10 missed tries. I’m not very good at pulling this off.
This is just a gimmicky little picture I took looking through a knothole in the pier down at the foamy waters below.
I can’t remember what we did for dinner that night.