Pros and Cons of San Diego

I started to fall in love the second I got off the plane.

WHY? They let us walk in the tarmac. That's hot, I felt like a celebrity for a whole minute. Then there is sand everywhere, and ocean, and palm trees, and reasons to have the windows down this time of year. That is also amazing.


Ever seen Fast Times and Ridgemont High? I'm sure you have. Every guy you meet, that lives here, is like Spicoli times 12. It's bad. Everyone is dude and brah and the word like is every other word, no joke.

And fake blondes, everywhere. I want some fake brunettes, that's way cooler.
That and people wear hoodies when its 60 degrees out, apparently they think it's cold? Lots of people ride bikes, and skateboards, and drink coors light. Grocery stores sell more liquor than the average liquor store back home.
The sun makes me happy, there is a lot to do, and my buddy lives 15 feet from a rollercoaster.
The sights and sounds are beautiful, but the overall lack of intelligence on a grand scale is somewhat of a turnoff. Or maybe just easier for me to take over this coast. Either way, I wouldn't mind spending time here.