I recently stumbled onto a link about Blog Action Day. It just so happened to be today as well. So I clicked and decided to see what it is all about. It seems this organization is of the environmental nature, I have always enjoyed the environment. Sure, I'm no tree-hugger or vegetarian but I love our planet's resources and appreciate the overwhelming beauty in it. The objective of Blog Action Day was to focus on topics surrounding our individual views on the environment. That my friends, is what I will attempt to do here today. Almost completely improvised, as I just found out about this minutes ago. For more information visit: www.blogactionday.org
I don't write with a theme in this blog, there are only 3 other entries after all... Picking a subject is almost difficult, I am sitting here wondering what to even start about. I look around my office, and it hits me. Turn off the light! We've got a track of 5 GE 65V incandescent light bulbs here in the office near the restroom. An area located near an empty desk, the fridge and a filing cabinet. Not a very busy portion of the room. It's lit with a fair amount of ambient light, as well as the 5 lights above when necessary. Necessary, often a misused word. In this case, I see these lights on more than they ought to be, so I turn them off a few times a week. Sometimes they stay off, sometimes they will get turned back on. I try to let people know that they aren't being used, so just leave them off. I figure it'll save the company a few bucks as well.
Here's a formula to see how much we might be spending:
Cost = (wattage of bulb) ÷ (1,000) x (hours per days in use) x (365 days/year) x (cost per kilowatt hour)
(65) ÷ (1,000) x (9) x (260) x ($0.2284)
Total: $34.74
Light track total: $173.70
Source (page 3 of the PDF).
Even further in the lighting category are the new Quantam dot LED lights. Switching out just one of these can save $30 off your annual electric bill. Imagine switching out an entire house/office worth. Compact fluorescent lights have been around for a short while now, even those can help keep half a ton of CO2 out of the atmosphere.
I guess what I'm really trying to say is: If you're going to keep an unnecessary light on all the time, make it one that won't hurt both the environment and your wallet.
16 October, 2007
12 October, 2007
This applies then, today and forever...
"Open Letter to the Youth of our Nation"
by Hunter S. Thompson, circa 1955
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Awake from your slumber of indolence and harken the call of the future!
Do you realize that you are rapidly becoming a doomed generation? Do you realize that the fate of the world and of generations to come rests on your shoulders? Do you realize that at any time you may be called on to protect your country and the freedom of the world from the creeping scourge of Terrorism? How can you possibly laugh in the face of the disasters which face us from all sides? Oh ignorant youth, the world is not a joyous place. The time has come for you to dispense with the frivolous pleasures of childhood and get down to honest toil until you are sixty-five. Then and only then can you relax and collect your social security and live happily until the time of your death.
Also, your insolent attitude disturbs me greatly. You have the nerve to say that you have never known what it is like to live in a secure and peaceful world; you say that the present generation has balled things up to the extent that we now face a war so terrible that the very thought of it makes hardened veterans shudder; you say that it is impossible to lay any plans for the future until you are sure you have a future. I say Nonsense! None of these things matter. If you expect a future you must carve it out in the face of these things. You also say that you must wait until after you have served your time with the service to settle down. Ridiculous! It is a man's duty to pull up stakes and serve his country at any time, then settle down again.
I say there is no excuse for a feeling of insecurity on you part; there is no excuse for Juvenile Delinquency; there is no excuse for your attitude except that you are rotten and lazy! I was never like that! I worked hard; I saved; I didn't run around and stay out late at night; I carved out my own future through hard work and virtuous living, and look at me now; a respectable and successful man.
I warn you, if you don't start now it will be too late, and the blame for the end of the world will be laid at your feet. Heed my warning, oh depraved and profligate youth; I say awake, awake, awake!
Fearfully and disgustedly yours,
John J. Righteous-Hypocrite
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Take his words and use them in life.
by Hunter S. Thompson, circa 1955
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Awake from your slumber of indolence and harken the call of the future!
Do you realize that you are rapidly becoming a doomed generation? Do you realize that the fate of the world and of generations to come rests on your shoulders? Do you realize that at any time you may be called on to protect your country and the freedom of the world from the creeping scourge of Terrorism? How can you possibly laugh in the face of the disasters which face us from all sides? Oh ignorant youth, the world is not a joyous place. The time has come for you to dispense with the frivolous pleasures of childhood and get down to honest toil until you are sixty-five. Then and only then can you relax and collect your social security and live happily until the time of your death.
Also, your insolent attitude disturbs me greatly. You have the nerve to say that you have never known what it is like to live in a secure and peaceful world; you say that the present generation has balled things up to the extent that we now face a war so terrible that the very thought of it makes hardened veterans shudder; you say that it is impossible to lay any plans for the future until you are sure you have a future. I say Nonsense! None of these things matter. If you expect a future you must carve it out in the face of these things. You also say that you must wait until after you have served your time with the service to settle down. Ridiculous! It is a man's duty to pull up stakes and serve his country at any time, then settle down again.
I say there is no excuse for a feeling of insecurity on you part; there is no excuse for Juvenile Delinquency; there is no excuse for your attitude except that you are rotten and lazy! I was never like that! I worked hard; I saved; I didn't run around and stay out late at night; I carved out my own future through hard work and virtuous living, and look at me now; a respectable and successful man.
I warn you, if you don't start now it will be too late, and the blame for the end of the world will be laid at your feet. Heed my warning, oh depraved and profligate youth; I say awake, awake, awake!
Fearfully and disgustedly yours,
John J. Righteous-Hypocrite
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Take his words and use them in life.
11 September, 2007
911...
911...
...is a phone number that was dialed countless times 6 years ago.
I read (present tense) and read (past tense) a lot bumper stickers, myspace.com banners and auto decals that say "never forget". I've even seen people with that phrase tattooed on their bodies, but I'm sure a lot of you today were thinking to yourself "Oh yeah, it's 9/11..." I know I did, even the DHL guy that came in said he kept forgetting what day it is until he had to write it down.
My stance on the events of 9/11/01 is not in the norm, probably because I was across the country and lost no one because of it. I like the fact that America stands together remembering the 2,973 people killed on that day, but things like that happen all over the world. The US has been responsible for horrific acts as unsettling, if not moreso as what happened in New York City that morning. On 8/6/45 and 8/9/45, the US dropped nuclear bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki killing instantly over 110,000 people, and in the long-run as many as 340,000. Why is it that we don't remember those days? (Source)
Written by Dr. William A. Cook, here is a well written piece on the innocent victims of both those dates and more. I agree with what he has to say, and I think you should take a look.
Remember the ones we lost today, but don't forget what others have lost as well.
-Chris
Anyone still have that picture of Richard in front of the Twin Towers?
...is a phone number that was dialed countless times 6 years ago.
I read (present tense) and read (past tense) a lot bumper stickers, myspace.com banners and auto decals that say "never forget". I've even seen people with that phrase tattooed on their bodies, but I'm sure a lot of you today were thinking to yourself "Oh yeah, it's 9/11..." I know I did, even the DHL guy that came in said he kept forgetting what day it is until he had to write it down.
My stance on the events of 9/11/01 is not in the norm, probably because I was across the country and lost no one because of it. I like the fact that America stands together remembering the 2,973 people killed on that day, but things like that happen all over the world. The US has been responsible for horrific acts as unsettling, if not moreso as what happened in New York City that morning. On 8/6/45 and 8/9/45, the US dropped nuclear bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki killing instantly over 110,000 people, and in the long-run as many as 340,000. Why is it that we don't remember those days? (Source)
Written by Dr. William A. Cook, here is a well written piece on the innocent victims of both those dates and more. I agree with what he has to say, and I think you should take a look.
Remember the ones we lost today, but don't forget what others have lost as well.
-Chris
Anyone still have that picture of Richard in front of the Twin Towers?
08 August, 2007
¡Viva Mexico!
If you somehow weren't aware, I wasn't around for a good portion of last week. Instead, I was located in the furthest Southern point of Mexico's Baja Peninsula: Los Cabos. I've worked with a company that deals with Golf & Travel to Mexico for almost 4 years now, and through the generosity of my boss Chuck Kinder (owner of BEST4GOLF Travel), I was given a great vacation opportunity for Celina and I. All of the necessities were taken care of: air, transportation, hotel, food & drink. I hardly had to lift my wallet the entire 4 days.
Our flight took off Wednesday morning at 930, meaning that we'd have to be at the airport around 730AM. That early in the AM isn't my cup o' tea. So to avoid leaving my house at 530 am and driving to San Diego International Airport, Celina rode with me to work and I booked a cheap room on PriceLine.com... About $72 for a Holiday Inn in the gaslamp district, not too shabby. I forgot my camera at home like an idiot, but CCR was a trooper and drove all the way back to Whittier to get it. We got to the hotel later than I wanted to, but check-in went fine. After settling in and combining our 2 bags into 1 large one, we set off for some food and to do some last minute shopping. After all was said and done, the shopping was done, the SUBWAY was digesting, we headed back to the hotel. I was supposed to call Jen Lo, but we were kinda dead and in no place to be out late (pussies).
Alarms went off and I jumped out of that hotel bed into a striking stance. I woke up out of that startle and went about getting ready to leave for the airport. We parked the car, loaded into the shuttle, and made our way towards the terminal. We got our tickets from AeroMexico with no quarrel. Security and all that jazz had a long line, but it moved steadily. Despite being a little late to the terminal, we were right on time. We boarded the plane, went through all the takeoff lectures and were on our way. The plane ride was only 2 hours, and to our surprise we were served breakfast: a bowl of fruit, yogurt and a muffin. I don't do well with the coffee, and was in no place to deal with that. Milk wasn't calling my name, so I opted for a cold refreshing Corona to accompany my meal. Celina and I both read books to pass the time, mine was "homework" from my boss. A book about how to use Google Maps above and beyond it's means. Surprisingly interesting, especially for a dork like me. The plane ride was quick and harmless, we were soon descending towards San Jose del Cabo International Airport, the smallest rinky-dink operation international airport ever.
We exited, waited in line for customs. I don't have a passport just yet so I was a little nervous, but not much. As long as you've got a proof of application, you're good tot enter Mexico (through Sep). We made it through no problem, the officer thought Celina spoke Español, but she didn't. Our bag seemed to walk right up to us as we entered baggage claim, then we strolled into the last checkpoint. I thought to myself "oh great, a bearded dude like me... might as well call me random bag search." (Dave Attell), but the light didn't have me and we went on our way.
I had an itinerary prepared for me by my lovely coworker Mariana Recines, she warned me that there would be a slew of timeshare reps trying to get me to listen to their gab. I wasn't having it, and tried to warn Celina. She was pulled in, as I tried to tell her to just keep walking. I won't lie, those guys are cunning, they spoke of "our vouchers" which were non-existent. Very official sounding. I grabbed Celina and made for the door. We met our driver Jose and loaded up for the 20 minute car ride to the resort. The language barrier was in full effect. We tried to get a feel for the types of American music that Jose liked. Everything was failing until he muttered something along the lines of Tammy Hakart. Instantly my ears went as Mexican as they could and I shouted "Sammy Hagar! Val Halen not Van Hagar!" From there on out we were pretty quiet, that was going to be the peak of our conversation.
We arrived at Melia Cabo Real to open arms and very hospitable people. We were instantly happy with our new surroundings, the place was beautiful. We checked in and got our room right away, about an hour and a half sooner than we should've (and sooner than the few people in front of us). We got a little lost on the way to our room while looking all around at the resort. Our room was freezing when we got in, and there was music playing from the TV. It was great, especially since it was about 95˙ outside. We settled in and got comfy. The Melia is an All-Inclusive resort, meaning whatever you want (for the most part), it's included in the room rate. I couldn't wait to start (ab)using this.
Once ready to go out, we headed straight for the bar, then the buffet. The food here was tasty! Normally I don't expect too much from a buffet, but it was really good. The service was friendly, and everything was off to an awesome start. In the resort, there are 2 restaurants you have to make reservations for (Kujira - Asian Cuisine & La Terraza - Mediterranean), I did that right after we checked in, but there wasn't anything open for this night. There was also 2 buffets and a snack shack as well as room service until 1030PM. Life was good in the food dept. Drinks were plenty, and located all over. There was a main bar upstairs, a loungy yet classy joint, a poolside palapa, buffetside bar and beachfront bar as well. I think I had a few at each one, many times. Oddly enough, never really getting completely inebriated, but having a great time anyway. Each night we walked around, mostly to the upstairs and beach bars. There were annoyingly drunk 18 year olds out every night. It was entertaining, but made me feel a little too grown up. After the meal we walked around, had a few drinks, I bought a cigar and we played some pool while I sweated my ass away. It was night time and still warm, that on top of my weak skin beginning to get sunburnt. I couldn't hang. We called it a night after a few games and headed back to the room.
We woke up at a decent time and headed out. Celina jumped on the zipline, I would've as well, but I weighed too much *shrug*. So I went down to take pictures of her while she zoomed down. The guys at the bottom of the zipline were cracking jokes with me, and at some of the riders. I bet their job is fun. I'd do something similar. We grabbed some burgers from the snack shack and a few drinks and relaxed in the sun. The beach was amazing, the water was blue as can be. I couldn't wait to go snorkeling. We swam some in the pool, rested in some bungalos, played some Spanglish Scrabble (in which I lost horribly), had some more drinks and people watched. After that, we headed over to the buffet for a bite of lunch. Everything was delicious once again, they weren't letting us down. Stuffed, we strolled down to the beach to check it out. The sand was hot and hurt to walk in. I swear I took a few years off of my dogs. The beach was amazing, I couldn't wait to get into the water, but the waves were too big to do any good diving. I would have to wait for tomorrow. After staggering back up the beach, hitting a hammock for a little and getting some good makeout time in, we headed back to the room for a nap.
Dinner reservations were late, so we had plenty of time. I wish I would've taken a picture, because for dinner we looked good... No lyin', we were a dreamy couple on the prowl. We checked in to Kujira and started dinner. The theme was Asian, and there were dishes from all over. We both ordered salads and sushi rolls. The food was good, but what we had in mind. The main courses came out (after a little bit of a wait), I had Salmon on mashed potatoes with veggies and a tasty sauce. Celina had a stewed pork. Both tasted good, but we were on our way to full. Dessert was a brownie with ice cream, very rich and delicious, but I couldn't finish it. That night we downed a good amount of drinks, strolled on the beach, watched some flamenco and called it a night. It was a great night.
The next morning I wanted to go down to the ocean and do some diving. We had breakfast at the buffet, Celina was feeling the repercussions of the previous night's drinks, and had to relieve herself from the table. I did alright. Once through with that meal, I was excited, so I made short business of that meal then we headed to the beach. Along the shore there were little kids crying, seems there were jellyfish in the water and about 3 kids had gotten stung. There was a local helping them out, and pulling the small creatures from the shore break. The jellyfish looked like small blue fish when they swam, you couldn't see their tentacles, pretty cool. We headed down into a cove where no one was getting stung and went in. The Sea of Cortez was warm, inviting and clear as a pool. I loved every second of it. I let Celina use my stuff and go out a little to try it out. She saw a few fish and was pretty excited. After she was done, I put it all back on and really went out, she went to sunbathe. I swam about 75 yards out and what I saw was more than I imagined. At least 25 different types of fish, in so many colors. You were able to see for an easy 35 ft. I wished I had a camera, so I made it a point to go buy an underwater disposable afterwards. After getting both tired and waterlogged, we climbed up on the break rocks and watched the crabs jump from one rock to another. That was oddly relaxing and enjoyable. Walking back sucked again, we avoided dead jellyfish on the shore, and hobbled across the hot sand. I dipped into the pool and hung out in the shade, my back was red from snorkeling. Seems the waterproof "Sport" sunscreen wasn't all that it was cracked up to be (Although, I will give it credit, I could've come out a lot more burnt than I am). A quick dip and we were on our way back to the room to wash up.
Lunch always seemed to end up at the buffet, and sometimes the little snack shack. Room Service always sounded like a grand idea, but the menu wasn't all that great. We overheard some kids bragging about already having room service and it made me remember that those two words meant so much at one time. Having Room Service used to make you feel like a champ, even in an All-Inclusive resort it still had a special ring to it. Something about it sounds so appealing, especially to a kid that didn't get shit growing up. The feeling was nostalgic to say the least. After lunch we set off for some drinks and a trip to the store for my camera and some sandals. Sure, I waited until the day before I was leaving to buy sandals (which I hardly ever wore until this day), who cares? You wanna fight about it? Needless to say, they were a good investment, they made walking over scalding hot sand a much easier task. That and a disposable/submersible camera cost around 510 pesos, which is something like $46 USD. That for the most part, was what I spent the entire weekend. Again, thanks Chuck!
Dinner reservations for the night were at La Terraza, the outdoor Mediterranean restaurant. We got ready and again were looking soooo good (Strong Bad). Celina didn't have high expectations for the menu, but nicely to our surprise everything on it sounded amazing. This restaurant was a nice contrast to the last night's dinner; the menu was great, the service was much better and the outdoor setting was very pleasant. A basket of deliciously rich breads came out, I could've filled up on those, but we practiced restraint. We chose a Bruschetta on "crackers" (which were really chips) along with sections of Camembert cheese. Celina had the Terraza salad, and I had the House Caesar. We shared some Artichoke soup. Our main dishes were even more enjoyable than what we'd tried so far; Celina had the Lamb Chops with mixed vegetables while I scoured down a Duck breast on mashed potatoes in a sweet & spicy sauce. For dessert we split a Crème Brûlée with fresh fruit. After the meal was said and done, we wished that we could've made reservations for La Terraza both nights after eating there.
Our last morning at Melia came early. The plan was to head out early and get some dive time in. We readied ourselves and hustled out the dooe. After checking out equipment for Celina, we headed to the beach. I was eager to jump in and get some great pictures with the fish. We suited up and jumped in. Celina got used to her borrowed equipment (not nearly as good as mine) and we went off in search of the beauty I witnessed the previous day. The water was a little murkier today due to a larger surf, so visibility was less by about 10-15 ft. It was still beautiful though. There were lots of fish, and I snapped off pictures left and right. Now that I've developed them, I should've been a little less snap happy. They are somewhat boring to look through. I need an underwater housing for my D-SLR, those pictures would've been both more and better. After getting out of the water, grabbing some drinks and dippin' in the pool we ate some delicious breakfast. The green Chilequiles were awesome, and I went back for seconds. Sadly, we had to head back to the room to start packing up. Even though we requested a late checkout, we only had until 1 PM to stay in the room. We packed up our stuff and checked it at the front desk. Luckily, they let us hold onto our bracelets so that we could still eat and drink. By this time, I was burnt and feeling it. I laid down in the closed upstairs bar and rested my withered ass. Bored, we set off to visit a local golf course; Cabo Real. I told the golf concierge that I wanted to take some photos of the course, and that I was affiliated with the Golf Guide that sat on her desk. She looked at it, and my ID, then called over to the course to arrange a golf cart for me and Celina. She said a Suburban was on it's way. "All 'burb or no 'burb" I've always said...
Waiting outside I caught eye of a buddy from back home, Mike Carran. I chatted him up for a second and wished him a good time. I knew he'd been there, but hadn't seen him until then. We jumped into the Suburban and headed to the course, once we got there the pro shop told us that were weren't exactly up to dress code, so we headed back to the resort. We laid down on the cushions and fell asleep. I awoke uncomfortable as can be due to my sunburn, Celina followed soon after. It was about our time to leave, then I saw our ride pull up. We loaded up and bid farewell to our hosts. The ride back to the airport was quiet, we didn't want to leave, but didn't have a choice...
San Jose del Cabo International Airport was a hell hole. The air-conditioning was shut off, apparently due to cheapness. The line for our flight was out of control, and we didn't think we'd board on time. Luckily, everything worked out, and we made it. The flight was even easier and quicker than the previous. We got back to San Diego in a timely 2 hours. Dinner was served, this time a ham & cheese con jalapeño salsa sandwich with a piece of cake, mine of course with a Tecaté.
When San Diego was in sight, I knew this trip was over. We landed. The old lady in the aisle row next to us was the last to get off, so we were even more last. We went through customs, I declared a sunburn and a disposable camera. Then we boarded our parking shuttle and headed back to the car. I knew that we both wished we would've had at least one more day. Even if it weren't necessary.
On our way home we stopped at Pedro's Tacos in San Clemente for some delicious foods, and headed to my house to crash. All-in-all, a great time. I can't wait for the next trip. I do have my passport now (just got it in the mail today).
Onto the next issue... The TEN came out last Friday, who's gonna go watch it with me?
Our flight took off Wednesday morning at 930, meaning that we'd have to be at the airport around 730AM. That early in the AM isn't my cup o' tea. So to avoid leaving my house at 530 am and driving to San Diego International Airport, Celina rode with me to work and I booked a cheap room on PriceLine.com... About $72 for a Holiday Inn in the gaslamp district, not too shabby. I forgot my camera at home like an idiot, but CCR was a trooper and drove all the way back to Whittier to get it. We got to the hotel later than I wanted to, but check-in went fine. After settling in and combining our 2 bags into 1 large one, we set off for some food and to do some last minute shopping. After all was said and done, the shopping was done, the SUBWAY was digesting, we headed back to the hotel. I was supposed to call Jen Lo, but we were kinda dead and in no place to be out late (pussies).
Alarms went off and I jumped out of that hotel bed into a striking stance. I woke up out of that startle and went about getting ready to leave for the airport. We parked the car, loaded into the shuttle, and made our way towards the terminal. We got our tickets from AeroMexico with no quarrel. Security and all that jazz had a long line, but it moved steadily. Despite being a little late to the terminal, we were right on time. We boarded the plane, went through all the takeoff lectures and were on our way. The plane ride was only 2 hours, and to our surprise we were served breakfast: a bowl of fruit, yogurt and a muffin. I don't do well with the coffee, and was in no place to deal with that. Milk wasn't calling my name, so I opted for a cold refreshing Corona to accompany my meal. Celina and I both read books to pass the time, mine was "homework" from my boss. A book about how to use Google Maps above and beyond it's means. Surprisingly interesting, especially for a dork like me. The plane ride was quick and harmless, we were soon descending towards San Jose del Cabo International Airport, the smallest rinky-dink operation international airport ever.
We exited, waited in line for customs. I don't have a passport just yet so I was a little nervous, but not much. As long as you've got a proof of application, you're good tot enter Mexico (through Sep). We made it through no problem, the officer thought Celina spoke Español, but she didn't. Our bag seemed to walk right up to us as we entered baggage claim, then we strolled into the last checkpoint. I thought to myself "oh great, a bearded dude like me... might as well call me random bag search." (Dave Attell), but the light didn't have me and we went on our way.
I had an itinerary prepared for me by my lovely coworker Mariana Recines, she warned me that there would be a slew of timeshare reps trying to get me to listen to their gab. I wasn't having it, and tried to warn Celina. She was pulled in, as I tried to tell her to just keep walking. I won't lie, those guys are cunning, they spoke of "our vouchers" which were non-existent. Very official sounding. I grabbed Celina and made for the door. We met our driver Jose and loaded up for the 20 minute car ride to the resort. The language barrier was in full effect. We tried to get a feel for the types of American music that Jose liked. Everything was failing until he muttered something along the lines of Tammy Hakart. Instantly my ears went as Mexican as they could and I shouted "Sammy Hagar! Val Halen not Van Hagar!" From there on out we were pretty quiet, that was going to be the peak of our conversation.
We arrived at Melia Cabo Real to open arms and very hospitable people. We were instantly happy with our new surroundings, the place was beautiful. We checked in and got our room right away, about an hour and a half sooner than we should've (and sooner than the few people in front of us). We got a little lost on the way to our room while looking all around at the resort. Our room was freezing when we got in, and there was music playing from the TV. It was great, especially since it was about 95˙ outside. We settled in and got comfy. The Melia is an All-Inclusive resort, meaning whatever you want (for the most part), it's included in the room rate. I couldn't wait to start (ab)using this.
Once ready to go out, we headed straight for the bar, then the buffet. The food here was tasty! Normally I don't expect too much from a buffet, but it was really good. The service was friendly, and everything was off to an awesome start. In the resort, there are 2 restaurants you have to make reservations for (Kujira - Asian Cuisine & La Terraza - Mediterranean), I did that right after we checked in, but there wasn't anything open for this night. There was also 2 buffets and a snack shack as well as room service until 1030PM. Life was good in the food dept. Drinks were plenty, and located all over. There was a main bar upstairs, a loungy yet classy joint, a poolside palapa, buffetside bar and beachfront bar as well. I think I had a few at each one, many times. Oddly enough, never really getting completely inebriated, but having a great time anyway. Each night we walked around, mostly to the upstairs and beach bars. There were annoyingly drunk 18 year olds out every night. It was entertaining, but made me feel a little too grown up. After the meal we walked around, had a few drinks, I bought a cigar and we played some pool while I sweated my ass away. It was night time and still warm, that on top of my weak skin beginning to get sunburnt. I couldn't hang. We called it a night after a few games and headed back to the room.
We woke up at a decent time and headed out. Celina jumped on the zipline, I would've as well, but I weighed too much *shrug*. So I went down to take pictures of her while she zoomed down. The guys at the bottom of the zipline were cracking jokes with me, and at some of the riders. I bet their job is fun. I'd do something similar. We grabbed some burgers from the snack shack and a few drinks and relaxed in the sun. The beach was amazing, the water was blue as can be. I couldn't wait to go snorkeling. We swam some in the pool, rested in some bungalos, played some Spanglish Scrabble (in which I lost horribly), had some more drinks and people watched. After that, we headed over to the buffet for a bite of lunch. Everything was delicious once again, they weren't letting us down. Stuffed, we strolled down to the beach to check it out. The sand was hot and hurt to walk in. I swear I took a few years off of my dogs. The beach was amazing, I couldn't wait to get into the water, but the waves were too big to do any good diving. I would have to wait for tomorrow. After staggering back up the beach, hitting a hammock for a little and getting some good makeout time in, we headed back to the room for a nap.
Dinner reservations were late, so we had plenty of time. I wish I would've taken a picture, because for dinner we looked good... No lyin', we were a dreamy couple on the prowl. We checked in to Kujira and started dinner. The theme was Asian, and there were dishes from all over. We both ordered salads and sushi rolls. The food was good, but what we had in mind. The main courses came out (after a little bit of a wait), I had Salmon on mashed potatoes with veggies and a tasty sauce. Celina had a stewed pork. Both tasted good, but we were on our way to full. Dessert was a brownie with ice cream, very rich and delicious, but I couldn't finish it. That night we downed a good amount of drinks, strolled on the beach, watched some flamenco and called it a night. It was a great night.
The next morning I wanted to go down to the ocean and do some diving. We had breakfast at the buffet, Celina was feeling the repercussions of the previous night's drinks, and had to relieve herself from the table. I did alright. Once through with that meal, I was excited, so I made short business of that meal then we headed to the beach. Along the shore there were little kids crying, seems there were jellyfish in the water and about 3 kids had gotten stung. There was a local helping them out, and pulling the small creatures from the shore break. The jellyfish looked like small blue fish when they swam, you couldn't see their tentacles, pretty cool. We headed down into a cove where no one was getting stung and went in. The Sea of Cortez was warm, inviting and clear as a pool. I loved every second of it. I let Celina use my stuff and go out a little to try it out. She saw a few fish and was pretty excited. After she was done, I put it all back on and really went out, she went to sunbathe. I swam about 75 yards out and what I saw was more than I imagined. At least 25 different types of fish, in so many colors. You were able to see for an easy 35 ft. I wished I had a camera, so I made it a point to go buy an underwater disposable afterwards. After getting both tired and waterlogged, we climbed up on the break rocks and watched the crabs jump from one rock to another. That was oddly relaxing and enjoyable. Walking back sucked again, we avoided dead jellyfish on the shore, and hobbled across the hot sand. I dipped into the pool and hung out in the shade, my back was red from snorkeling. Seems the waterproof "Sport" sunscreen wasn't all that it was cracked up to be (Although, I will give it credit, I could've come out a lot more burnt than I am). A quick dip and we were on our way back to the room to wash up.
Lunch always seemed to end up at the buffet, and sometimes the little snack shack. Room Service always sounded like a grand idea, but the menu wasn't all that great. We overheard some kids bragging about already having room service and it made me remember that those two words meant so much at one time. Having Room Service used to make you feel like a champ, even in an All-Inclusive resort it still had a special ring to it. Something about it sounds so appealing, especially to a kid that didn't get shit growing up. The feeling was nostalgic to say the least. After lunch we set off for some drinks and a trip to the store for my camera and some sandals. Sure, I waited until the day before I was leaving to buy sandals (which I hardly ever wore until this day), who cares? You wanna fight about it? Needless to say, they were a good investment, they made walking over scalding hot sand a much easier task. That and a disposable/submersible camera cost around 510 pesos, which is something like $46 USD. That for the most part, was what I spent the entire weekend. Again, thanks Chuck!
Dinner reservations for the night were at La Terraza, the outdoor Mediterranean restaurant. We got ready and again were looking soooo good (Strong Bad). Celina didn't have high expectations for the menu, but nicely to our surprise everything on it sounded amazing. This restaurant was a nice contrast to the last night's dinner; the menu was great, the service was much better and the outdoor setting was very pleasant. A basket of deliciously rich breads came out, I could've filled up on those, but we practiced restraint. We chose a Bruschetta on "crackers" (which were really chips) along with sections of Camembert cheese. Celina had the Terraza salad, and I had the House Caesar. We shared some Artichoke soup. Our main dishes were even more enjoyable than what we'd tried so far; Celina had the Lamb Chops with mixed vegetables while I scoured down a Duck breast on mashed potatoes in a sweet & spicy sauce. For dessert we split a Crème Brûlée with fresh fruit. After the meal was said and done, we wished that we could've made reservations for La Terraza both nights after eating there.
Our last morning at Melia came early. The plan was to head out early and get some dive time in. We readied ourselves and hustled out the dooe. After checking out equipment for Celina, we headed to the beach. I was eager to jump in and get some great pictures with the fish. We suited up and jumped in. Celina got used to her borrowed equipment (not nearly as good as mine) and we went off in search of the beauty I witnessed the previous day. The water was a little murkier today due to a larger surf, so visibility was less by about 10-15 ft. It was still beautiful though. There were lots of fish, and I snapped off pictures left and right. Now that I've developed them, I should've been a little less snap happy. They are somewhat boring to look through. I need an underwater housing for my D-SLR, those pictures would've been both more and better. After getting out of the water, grabbing some drinks and dippin' in the pool we ate some delicious breakfast. The green Chilequiles were awesome, and I went back for seconds. Sadly, we had to head back to the room to start packing up. Even though we requested a late checkout, we only had until 1 PM to stay in the room. We packed up our stuff and checked it at the front desk. Luckily, they let us hold onto our bracelets so that we could still eat and drink. By this time, I was burnt and feeling it. I laid down in the closed upstairs bar and rested my withered ass. Bored, we set off to visit a local golf course; Cabo Real. I told the golf concierge that I wanted to take some photos of the course, and that I was affiliated with the Golf Guide that sat on her desk. She looked at it, and my ID, then called over to the course to arrange a golf cart for me and Celina. She said a Suburban was on it's way. "All 'burb or no 'burb" I've always said...
Waiting outside I caught eye of a buddy from back home, Mike Carran. I chatted him up for a second and wished him a good time. I knew he'd been there, but hadn't seen him until then. We jumped into the Suburban and headed to the course, once we got there the pro shop told us that were weren't exactly up to dress code, so we headed back to the resort. We laid down on the cushions and fell asleep. I awoke uncomfortable as can be due to my sunburn, Celina followed soon after. It was about our time to leave, then I saw our ride pull up. We loaded up and bid farewell to our hosts. The ride back to the airport was quiet, we didn't want to leave, but didn't have a choice...
San Jose del Cabo International Airport was a hell hole. The air-conditioning was shut off, apparently due to cheapness. The line for our flight was out of control, and we didn't think we'd board on time. Luckily, everything worked out, and we made it. The flight was even easier and quicker than the previous. We got back to San Diego in a timely 2 hours. Dinner was served, this time a ham & cheese con jalapeño salsa sandwich with a piece of cake, mine of course with a Tecaté.
When San Diego was in sight, I knew this trip was over. We landed. The old lady in the aisle row next to us was the last to get off, so we were even more last. We went through customs, I declared a sunburn and a disposable camera. Then we boarded our parking shuttle and headed back to the car. I knew that we both wished we would've had at least one more day. Even if it weren't necessary.
On our way home we stopped at Pedro's Tacos in San Clemente for some delicious foods, and headed to my house to crash. All-in-all, a great time. I can't wait for the next trip. I do have my passport now (just got it in the mail today).
Onto the next issue... The TEN came out last Friday, who's gonna go watch it with me?
18 July, 2007
I think a first post should be very meaningful...
In conjunction with Professor Mike Miller
It's time for another grammar lesson.
There, Their, They're
Their = Possessive.
"That is their house."
There = Location.
"It is over there."
They're = conjunction: They are.
"They're not very bright."
Were, Where, Wear, We're
Were = once upon a time.
"Things are not what they were."
Where = Location.
"Where is your third grade diploma?"
Wear = to clothe.
"What are you going to wear?"
We're = conjunction: We are.
"We're going to fight soon."
It's, Its
It's = conjunction: It is.
"It's a real problem you haven't learned this already."
Its = Possessive.
"Do not play with its tail!"
To, Two, Too
To = suggestion of movement.
"Go to hell"
Two = The number 2.
"A two year old could follow this lesson."
Too = Also.
"There are too many of you."
Through, Threw
Through = in one side, out the other.
"This bullet shall pass through you.'
Threw = past tense of throwing something.
"Who threw out the first pitch?"
Meet, Meat
Meet = to come together.
"Let's meet at the movies."
Meat = Flesh of a mammal.
"Dog meat tastes like chicken."
Which, Witch
Which = One of a group.
"Which of you will learn something from this?"
Witch = an evil bitch.
"The wicked Witch was senselessly murdered by Dorothy."
Knew, New
Knew = Know, past tense.
"I already knew that."
New = Not old.
"I'm wearing new shoes."
Your, You're
Your = Implies possession/ownership.
"Is that your dog?"
You're = conjunction: You are.
"You're supposed to have committed this to memory."
Our, Hour, Are
Our = Collective possessors.
"That is none of our business!"
Hour = Where the little hand points.
"You have one hour to complete the exam."
Are = To be.
"You are cool."
Brake, Break
Brake = Used to slow momentum.
"If the light turns red, you'd better brake!"
Break = What glass does.
"Did you break wind?"
It's time for another grammar lesson.
There, Their, They're
Their = Possessive.
"That is their house."
There = Location.
"It is over there."
They're = conjunction: They are.
"They're not very bright."
Were, Where, Wear, We're
Were = once upon a time.
"Things are not what they were."
Where = Location.
"Where is your third grade diploma?"
Wear = to clothe.
"What are you going to wear?"
We're = conjunction: We are.
"We're going to fight soon."
It's, Its
It's = conjunction: It is.
"It's a real problem you haven't learned this already."
Its = Possessive.
"Do not play with its tail!"
To, Two, Too
To = suggestion of movement.
"Go to hell"
Two = The number 2.
"A two year old could follow this lesson."
Too = Also.
"There are too many of you."
Through, Threw
Through = in one side, out the other.
"This bullet shall pass through you.'
Threw = past tense of throwing something.
"Who threw out the first pitch?"
Meet, Meat
Meet = to come together.
"Let's meet at the movies."
Meat = Flesh of a mammal.
"Dog meat tastes like chicken."
Which, Witch
Which = One of a group.
"Which of you will learn something from this?"
Witch = an evil bitch.
"The wicked Witch was senselessly murdered by Dorothy."
Knew, New
Knew = Know, past tense.
"I already knew that."
New = Not old.
"I'm wearing new shoes."
Your, You're
Your = Implies possession/ownership.
"Is that your dog?"
You're = conjunction: You are.
"You're supposed to have committed this to memory."
Our, Hour, Are
Our = Collective possessors.
"That is none of our business!"
Hour = Where the little hand points.
"You have one hour to complete the exam."
Are = To be.
"You are cool."
Brake, Break
Brake = Used to slow momentum.
"If the light turns red, you'd better brake!"
Break = What glass does.
"Did you break wind?"
Board, Bored
Board = Piece of wood.
"Cut the board 6 feet long"
Bored = Experiencing a lack of fun.
"I'm bored, send me nudes."
Know, No
Know = Short for Knowledge.
"I know hwo to splel rtaher wll."
No = Opposite of Yes.
"No, you can't spell for shit."
Won't = conjunction: Will Not
Don't = conjunction: Do Not
I've = conjunction: I Have
You'd = conjunction: You Would, You Had
They'd = conjunction: They Would, They Had
I'd = conjunction: I Would, I Had, I Should
I'm = conjunction: I Am
IM - Acronym: Instant Message
We'd = conjunction: We Would, We Had, We Should
Can't = conjunction: Can not
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