San Diego Part Two

At Coronado, we found ourselves feeling as sudden burst to be goofy, be creative, and do something we've never done before. Our mission? To become street performers for a day. Our skills? Any instruments to be found in my car's trunk.

We headed to the main square and began to blow a harmonica, smack a mini Remo, and shake a studio-shaker. People gathered, surprisingly! Maybe it looked like we knew what we were doing! Honestly, I would have preferred bringing a guitar, cajon, and harmonica(s), but this had to do. Unfortunately, Micah broke my shaker from hitting it on a fountain too hard - a memory which the loss is completely validated.

After performing, we walked to one of the nicest hotels (on our side of town) I've ever been to. Feeling out of place by not wearing a yuppie polo shirt and tie, we walked the main strip over to Starbucks. Cheating the system, we bought one large drink and requested two smaller cups of ice - this way, we could split the large drink into smaller "grande" portions. Oh yes, we felt very clever.

On the way back to our car, we made up our own language - using only words, names, and from Star Wars: Episode I "The Phantom Menace." Yeah, I know - we're weird. But we loved it! We make ourselves laugh way too often. And for that fact, I am proud.

We then drove to Encinitas (a favorite San Diego get-away for me) for dinner. Javi fell asleep on the drive down there, thanks to slow traffic. All we needed at that point was food, energy, and a dare for Micah to do something crazy.

At dinner, we realized (once again) everyone was dressed fancy - except for us! It was like the Lords of Dogtown walking into a ballroom in Phantom of the Opera (not so extreme, but you get point). None the less, we afforded dinner and enjoyed it immensely.

On our way out, we dared Micah to tell the waitress/host, this sentence: "I love you, and I think you're beautiful." It was simple, elegant, and full of partial truth on Micah's part. He was so terrified to do it! Javi and I gave him the "pep-talk," assuring him all would be okay if he followed our guidelines.

Finally, Micah's moment came to shine. The sorta-Ann-Hathaway-look-alike (with glasses) stood at the entrance of the restaurant. Javi walked ahead. I walked behind, for support, in case she slugged my best friend. Sure enough, Micah smoothly spit it out, looking like a elementary, nervous school boy... and what's even better - the girl was flattered beyond compare. Micah pulled it off and felt confidence brewing in him for the remaining day... and most of all, Javi and I got a good laugh and memory at our friend's nervous expense. Come on, what are friends for?

The drive back seem to take forever. Traffic. Beautiful sunset. Traffic. Cars stopping. Micah shouting his head off. Javi throwing in random high-pitched notes from being too tired. Traffic. All of our faces sunburned and slick. However, it was a memorable two hours back. I'd rather be with my two best dudes - anywhere in the world - even stuck in traffic, then to be without their friendship.

Disneyland was blocked out, so Downtown had to suffice. My camera ran out of memory, so the remaining portions remain in our memories. The highlights? We decided to sneak into the pool area, at the hotel, laying out our tired-selves on the lounge chairs. The cool evening on our face. Ahh, the bliss of relaxation. We devoured a huge brownie and apple cobbler, making ourselves feel more stuffed than a teddy bear.

At the Disneyland hotel, we all sat on one couch together... collecting strange glances from people that walked by. Yeah, but we didn't care. They could think what they want - we were tired. We had an amazing day together. We were entitled to all fit on a couch and close our eyes for a small nap. In fact, we deserved to do so.

Overall... having shared the main highlights with you (like inches on a ruler, leaving out the centimeters), I will conclude with is this:

I love my two best guy-friends. Always have, always will. This day will be a day to remember, in the books. Whatever happens to us, in future times, may we always remember everything we've done. From childhood, to teen years, to where we're at now. We shall keep on going, in life, in friendship, on to new levels we have yet to experience. But for now... all is well. All is well.