Weekend Getaway to the City That Everyone (But Me) Loves: San Diego

Photo in front of a fountain. Because you always pose for photos in front of fountains.

I'm a little late and slow posting this, but I recently took a weekend trip to Everyone's Favorite City(TM), everyone but me that is: San Diego, California USA.

I went for an overnight trip even though I was completely inundated with work in what is supposed to be the wind-down phase of my career. I went for one purpose and one purpose only. Well, two purposes. To meet up with two Georgia Tech friends, one of whom I have not seen since the early to mid 1980s, before she became a superstar bio-engineering professor and certified genius, the other being someone I had not seen since in maybe close to 10 years, before the covidiocy struck America.

Pictured above is me with my friend who I had not seen in decades. She was in town for a professional conference which included, naturally, the bestowing upon of her of some prestigious (within her field) award. We only had a limited time since the Professor had a full schedule of conference events. So when I hit town Saturday, off we went to Balboa Park.

Just me this time. Only in this photo I have legs.
In case anyone was wondering if I brought them along this trip. Which I did. As you can see.

Afterwards we met up with another Georgia Tech friend who lives in "North County," as the people "in the know" call the northern part of San Diego County. We did dinner in a brew pub in the northern part of downtown San Diego, in a neighborhood that probably was sufficiently cool as to have its own name. I can't recall what the name was. We did not want to eat and drink in the Gaslight District, where the Professor's conference/convention was because, due to the combination of infrequent rain and a large population of people living on the streets, smelled of human waste. Hey. Just keeping it real.

The brew pub and the streets around it were filled with those good-looking people for which San Diego is known. I'm sure any bar in the Gaslight District would have been equally filled the young and beautiful -- a crowd in which I fit in perfectly. Yes, I know "technically" it's called the Gaslamp District, but we all kept wanting to call it the Gaslight District since gaslighting seems to be more frequent nowadays than gaslamping.

I have no pictures of dinner and drinking because none of the three of us live our lives on social media so we kinda forget to get a group photo. We were too busy have a fun conversation catching upon our respective lives to secure photograph proof of our meet-up. We're those kind of people. But at least I got a few photos of me at a fountain in Balboa Park.