Hiking Torrey Pines

I love being outside, but I can admit that I’m not the most athletic person. Although I played soccer for years and try to get out and about whenever I can, I’m definitely not the most coordinated lady on the planet. However, life in San Diego is full of amazing outdoor attractions.

One of my favorite places in the city is the Torrey Pines State Reserve. The reserve offers eight different trails at varied levels of difficulty, stunning views of the Pacific, and lush California landscape.


This week, after work, I met up with my friend Shelby and her friend, Jessica, to take in a sunset hike.


There’s free parking if you’re able to find a spot, in addition to a paid lot. Once you begin your hike, you’ll notice plants from the chaparral, and coastal sage scrub families, as well as tons of Torrey pine trees (for which the reserve was named, duh).




Here’s the amazing Shelby, looking badass and serene at the top of the Yucca Point Trail.



After you’ve seen all the park has to offer, there are trails that will take you down onto Torrey Pines State Beach.


And if you time your hiking shenanigans juuuust right, you’ll get to the beach just in time for sunset.


And hey, even if you’re not a local, the sun going down over the Pacific is enough to make you feel at home. Or at least, never want to leave.



Nobody listens to techno

Yesterday we somehow ended up downtown at Fluxx. It was a Thursday night, our friend Alex’s birthday, and we were going to see Moby.

But first, the night brought us to the Westin to meet up with everybody. I awkwardly took BFFL pictures of Tay and Zach, they’ll thank me later.



Turns out we were in the wrong hotel…why is there a Westin on Broadway and a Westin on Broadway Circle? Still not sure. Anyways, after we rallied the troops we finally got to Fluxx. Admittedly, I had never been there before. Someone aptly described it as “space meets the desert.” Super weird decor. Super small venue.


The floor was awesome though:



Packed in tightly with the crowd, we had no choice but to get our groove on (although I know that’s what we would have been doing even if there was no one in da club).


I’ve seen Moby before, but never with the energy he had during this set. Hand’s down one of the best DJ sets I’ve seen in a while. Also met a guy who told me that the last time he saw Moby was 1996, so needless to say, it was kind of a diverse crowd.


Fluxx’s go-go dancers were amazing, and of course there were tons of LASERZ because what’s electronic music without some seizure-inducing light action.




Google+ City Experts

If you’ve ever met me, then you should know I never say no to free stuff or new experiences. But who does really, amIrighttt?! That being said, Tuesday after work I was invited to go check out Google+ new City Experts program.


To my knowledge, this is the first time Google has had one of these events in San Diego. Naturally, I was really excited to see what type of flavor they would bring to the free food game. Taylor and I headed downtown to SILO Maker’s Quarter after work and were greeted by a massive line.


Luckily, it moved pretty quickly- and we were in! I had never been to this venue before, but it was seriously amazing. Wide open space and tons of cool street art on the industrial walls.


Google did an awesome job re-imagining the space and letting their branding work for them. We met one of their community managers and she was super friendly and informative. After that, we were done messing around and were on to the free food:


Please note that their shirts say, “Meatballer.”


Free beer and a spread from Suzie’s Farm? I’ll take it. There were several other vendors there that I had tried before, but Donut Bar was the crowned jewel of the evening.


Offering their Homer Simpson, Mud Pie, and Maple Bacon PLUS build your own donut…and….and wait for it…WAIT FOR IT:




As if it could get any better than all of my dreams coming true a donut wall, a killer local band was playing. They sounded a bit like She & Him.


Thoroughly impressed, and not to mention full, we headed out into the summer night. I will definitely be trying to make it to more of these in the future.


MGMT on the Midway


Hellooo friends, gather round while I tell you about the time that we saw MGMT perform on the USS Midway. This tale begins like any good story should, with Mexican food:


As you may or may not know, Comic Con was this weekend in San Diego. If you don’t know, you might be living under a rock not live in California or be into anything awesomely geeky. Like any local, I know not to even attempt to drive downtown during the madness. It’s like the Super Bowl for nerds, people. I work in Old Town, so my boyfriend Taylor met me at the office after work and we braved the trolley together.


Surprisingly, there weren’t as many cosplayers as I thought there would be on public transit. I’m assuming that they probably get there bright and early hence their absence on the train in the evening.

With full bellies and happy hearts we hauled ass to the U.S.S. Midway, we RSVP’d online but admittance was still being handled on a first come first serve basis.

Granted we weren’t too happy when we saw this monster line waiting for us:


OK, well we look pretty happy in this pic, but that’s just because we really like each other and it was Friday night.


THREE HOURS passed by and we’re really starting to doubt that we’ll get in. But thanks to some quick thinking, we asked some people who were exiting the party if they still needed their VIP passes and voila- no more waiting in line. We were in.


Since now almost four hours had passed since our taco binging, we hit up the free food being served. Let’s be real, we would have bee-lined for the food anyways:


And then we took advantage of the open bar. Man, San Diego really knows how to make a girl feel special. Yes, the drinks were nautically themed.


Feeling victorious, we got up pretty damn close to see MGMT in action. I hadn’t seen them live since like 2005, but they really put on an amazing show. Although the last time I saw them, they were hammered and wearing snake-skin pants. So that was slightly more magical.



We were on the top deck of the Midway in the San Diego harbor, so the ocean breeze and the city skyline in the back truly made it an unforgettable evening.


Neither of us had ever been on the ship before, so we took the time after MGMT’s set to wander around and be dorky.


Thank you, Comic Con, for bringing amazing events like this to America’s Finest City, even if it also means the 5 has an unreasonable amount of traffic all day long. To all you nerds out there, I salute you.

C’mon baby, make it slurp so good

This weekend, I found myself in Hillcrest cheering on the San Diego Pride Parade. My boyfriend and I were starving and made a quick pit stop at Tajima! This little gem exceeded all expectations and was truly delicious. Apparently they just recently opened up their HIllcrest location, too, so I was really pleased with how legit everything was.

We both ended up ordering:

“Chilled egg noodle with BBQ pork, pork belly, ramen egg, green onion, sesame seed served with house dipping broth.”


The broth tasted like garlicy, buttery heaven. We’ll definitely be back!



Behold, a world of ramentastic nomz.

Why I didn’t catch “The Fever.”


I wanted to love Megan Abbott’s The Fever, I truly did. And after binge reading all three Gillian Flynn books last week and seeing she had endorsed it, I caved and bought it on my Kindle. But the story just didn’t grip me how it should have and there were WAY too many red herrings in the mix. Like, more red herrings than an episode of Scooby Doo. Proceed with caution, there are going to be some major spoilers ahead:

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Ain’t No Party like a San Diego Yelp Party!

Do you like stuffing your face with free food, taking advantage of open bars, and dancing to your best ability despite being so full you can barely move? Well then, my friend, you have to go to a Yelp party. It’s easy. All you have to do is sign up and write about your favorite businesses. And if you hope, pray, and keep on eating— you will  get invited to a Yelp party. I went to Yelp Rocks the Boat with my wonderful boyfriend last Wednesday, June 18 and could not have had a better time. We set sail on the Inspiration Hornblower (which is a tri-level boat, eh HEM, no big deal or anything.) Not only did we take in stunning sunset views while circling around the San Diego Harbor, but the good folks at Yelp truly outdid themselves. Each level was stocked with different vendors from Nothing Bundt Cakes to Werewolf the pub in addition to different entertainment on each floor from live bands to electronic DJs.


So dear reader, prepare to live vicariously through me and these low quality cell phone pics. Don’t worry, if your face is green with envy, find solace in the fact that I can’t see you through the screen ;)


Short ribs with sweet potato mash and of course some tableside Yelp swag.

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Worst Dates: Greatest Hits

During my freshman year of college, I found myself dealing with my very first broken heart. My longest relationship of a year and half had crumbled under my feet. Although I wish I could say I pulled myself up by the bootstraps and stayed calm and collected, that’s just not what happened. Instead, I listened to a lot of angsty Indie music, got bad highlights, and went to too many parties. While reluctantly walking down the road to recovery and trying to forget about my lame ex-boyfriend, I also made some major dating mistakes.


Taco Teeth

Boys on motorcycles have always held a special place in my heart. I was set-up with a co-worker’s friend and could not have been more stoked when he picked me up on his bike. We spent our first date at a taco shop, where I’m pretty sure I paid for our romantic dinner of burritos and horchata (even if the conversation wasn’t interesting, it was delicious). I swiped my credit card for our 10 dollar meal and we left to take in a sunset beach walk. But then something horrible happened. As we headed west to sandy shorelines, I noticed my companion was taking a while to respond. To my horror, I looked up to find my dinner date with a dollar in his mouth. A crusty, who-knows-where-it’s-been, dollar. When I asked young Taco Teeth why he had currency in his molars, his response was- “Oh, I had some food in there, just trying to get it out!” This new aged dentistry was enough to have my skin, and teeth, crawling for weeks thereafter. 

Strange Snuggler

We met at a party and exchanged numbers. He was a study abroad student. His style was effortless and his accent was refreshing. Plus, he was studying to become a dentist and I knew my mom would love that. We went out for coffee and then decided to see “Inception”. Lattes and chitchat had been charming if not downright enjoyable. In the dark of the theatre, I could feel him staring at me but chose instead to keep staring at Leonardo DiCaprio to take my mind off my first date jitters. That’s when it happened. Over the course of several minutes, he inched his way closer and closer to me until he was practically sitting in my lap. I’m not a small girl by any means, but also can’t comfortably support the weight of a full-grown man. Then, he started rubbing his nose on my cheek. Like butterfly kissing my face and rubbing his nose all over me from side to side. It was so weird. I think he was trying to get me to make out with him? I still honestly don’t know. After a few minutes of me awkwardly scooting away, I whispered, “I have a headache. I feel like, really gross. Can you drive me home?” I wouldn’t get to watch Inception in its entirety for a few more years. Sorry, Leo.

Beast Bear

In what was maybe the worst dating decision I’ve ever made, I gave my number to a guy who was shopping at Ross. To be honest, I don’t know what I was doing shopping at Ross. No matter the purpose of the visit, I found myself speaking up to a handsome, muscular, albeit hairy- 6’5″ man. He was so tall, like damn. Think like an attractive, giant version, of a Jersey Shore douche. He was hot but not the sharpest tool in the shed. For whatever reason, I ended up hanging out with him and we made out. Our chemistry was lacking so in days to come when he texted me to hang out again, I quickly made up an excuse. Although I should have been honest, I told him I had to babysit my younger brother. When he asked me out a second time, I concocted a different excuse. This apparently enraged him, causing this gigantic man to leave me threatening voicemails and text messages for several weeks, if not months. He even came into the restaurant I worked at and asked to be seated in my section, with his mom. My manager asked him to leave, because he was a nice dude. Later, I would discover the giant’s Myspace (this was back in the Dark Ages) and find that his username was aptly: Beast Bear.

Serial Saint

Religion is a make or break point in many relationships whether they’re romantic or otherwise. I would describe myself as a spiritual person but not someone who subscribes to any specific denomination. In early 2010, I found myself dating a super Christian guy. I found his commitment to faith endearing even if I didn’t follow the same moral guidelines. He was kind, funny, and a good dancer to boot. A month or two into us dating we were out at dinner and he looked at me with his wide blue eyes, “Can I tell you something I’ve never told anyone?” As an egomaniac, I assumed he was about to confess his undying love for me and to hear that I rocked his world in the sack, the reality was much more unsettling. “Sure”, I replied between sips of Diet Coke. “OK, well, I’ve just…I’ve always wanted to know if I could murder someone and get away with it. Like, am I smart enough to hide a body from investigators?” Baby Jesus in all his infant glory could not carry my feet out of that restaurant fast enough. I wonder if he ever did it- and if he did, would we ever know?!

Although I’m glad to have some dating experience under my belt, I feel that if put in the same position now, I would work on loving myself instead of finding weird dudes to hang out with. Once I stopped looking for Mr. Right, he came waltzing into my life and we’ve been together for three wonderful years. And although I’d like to say there’s someone out there for everyone- I have the sinking feeling that there may never be a Mrs. Beast Bear.