Viva La Diega! Day Tres
With an orange pometini in hand, I spent yest afternoon trekking through The Crest, the gayborhood of old. I expected something of a nostalgic spark to strike as I passed by the old clubs, cafes, and stores I was so familiar with as a youth, but I think I got my fill of that last year when I was here.
What was of note was happy hour time spent with the hot to trot Veelishis, whom I hadn’t seen in circa six years. We started off at some esoteric, posh spot, then segued to a mixed country western bar (with real life antlers decked with lightbulbs) where we had delicious lazy pears and the best mac ‘n’ cheese I’ve ever had in my life.
Today, I’m being guilted into seeing my great grandmother by Lavern, then it’s Horton Plaza and/or Pacific Beach with my sisters. I can’t believe it’s already halfway over…
