It’s always funny to hear an outsider observe something that is familiar to you. Like when I pick people up at the airport here and they point out the palm trees. Well, my friend Anne, who is originally from Sacramento—but with whom I worked in NYC—showed me some hilarious things about my hometown this weekend.
We were driving up a winding street with red cliffs rising above us. She thought it looked “like Thunder Mountain.”
She pointed out that down the hill from my house are both a fertility clinic and plastic surgery center.
She was shocked to see like, 100 cyclists all in Spandex, in the span of about two miles. A lot of newcomers notice that.
We saw Proactiv, the 3-step acne solution, being sold from a vending machine at the outdoor mall downtown.
And speaking of downtown, there was a shooting about two blocks from where we were. In the middle of the day, an 83-year-old man had an argument with his 57-year-old wife, and fired a gun at her head and arm. He was pretty nonchalant about it. Some nearby bouncers threw him to the ground and the police got him. Luckily, Anne and I were inside Urban Outfitters the whole time, trying on ill-fitting clothes.
They closed down a ton of blocks. We saw the CSI lady or whoever taking photos of markers on the sidewalk. Anne pointed out that there is more crime here than in New York! That may be true!
Sunday, we froze ourselves at the beach for a minute and then it rained on us. But later, luckily, the skies cleared and we went back to the beach.
In the end, how did Anne sum up her visit? “There was a shooting and it rained on us.” You stay classy, San Diego!