Ian and I were in La Jolla a few weeks ago, for him to attend a dork conference and for me to, as it turned out, sleep a lot in the lovely and unpeopled apartment of his friend and former UW office-mate, A (for those of you who followed along this summer, A’s parents were the generous ones with the Alentejan beach house in Portugal).Five days in Southern California were enough to make us very, very happy that Ian decided not to look into jobs there.The surface streets are six lanes wide, for crying out loud.Ian did skip out on the last day of his conference and we drove to the Salton Sea.If you know nothing (or even if you do) about the Salton Sea, then you should totally watch this documentary.It’s a bizarre, fascinating place.And it smells.
Probably much of the reason I slept so much was the Valium I was taking for my jaw—turns out I had three cavities that needed filling when I got home from the Summer of Self-Indulgence, so I spent a couple hours with my mouth wide open and as a result it was very sore.I was supposed to take the Valium right before I went to bed, so that I’d sleep well and not be dopey the next day, but it kind of had a time-release effect with me.No matter what time I took it, I finally woke up the next day about 12 hours after I’d gone to sleep (i.e. take Valium and 9:00pm.Go to bed at .Wake up next day at .).
We also ate some good Mexican food (I was careful with the chips) in OldTown and the Gas Lamp District, and I finished one night on the town with a chocolate shake from Ghirardelli (yum!).
On our way from the Salton Sea we drove through the town of Ramona, from which 30,000 people were evacuated less than a week later.But we were long gone by then.