April 28, 2013
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Sunburn and Happy Hour
Last night I left the hotel and had a not-so-great experience. I found the Gaslamp District to be touristy, overpriced and shitty. I got lured into a restaurant for "happy hour specials" and then found out after I went in that the happy hour special was only for the bar area, fine, and then apparently my martini was not eligible for "happy hour" and thank god I asked when he gave me a food menu because the default menu was NOT the specials menu. He gave me another, smaller menu. Whatever. I was pissed at being duped. I hate, hate, hate that. I wanted a deal and I was upfront about that. I feel like I was lured in. The whole area made me uncomfortable.
My conference today got done at noon, so I took the ferry to Coronado and I was charmed. The ferry was reasonably priced, uncrowded and on time. The island was delightful. I walked and walked and walked. I took a bajillion pictures of cute houses and plants. I sat in the sand. I came back on the ferry.
I stopped at a restaurant attached to the Embassy Suites that had a sidewalk sign that said "Happy Hour 4-7pm." So I went in and asked about "happy hour." They directed me to the hotel lobby and when I ordered my drink at the bar I realized that it was a free happy hour for hotel guests. I tipped well. I ate hummus and crackers. It was really all I wanted for my dinner.
It always amuses me to crash events like that. I figure if you are respectful and tip well, what's the real harm?
Sunburn and free happy hour. This is the California I like.
Comments (2)
Tiff, you would scold me if you saw my nose and sternum. Sun. Burned. Skin damage. Oh, but sun! It's so magical to me. I think that is the benefit of living somewhere you can't take it for granted. I forget, seriously forget, about being outside and getting sunburned.
oh bummer that i missed you. i would have shown you the area...