But you will not recognize how I might die inside unless I ride

One more post about California, then I'll move on. I swear.

When we were at the beach and saw dolphins, I joked to my friends that I was going to swim out there so I could ride one. Later, I said something about how I wanted to see a shark, so I could swim out there and ride it.

The next day we had just finished dinner and my friend asked what we wanted to do with the rest of the evening. She suggested we walk down to the Santa Monica pier.

I told her I thought that would be a good idea, and that maybe while we were there we could ride the ferris wheel.

She said, "You've been wanting to ride stuff since you got here. First it was the dolphins, then the sharks, then the waitress at breakfast, and now this."

I replied, "I am on vacation you know."

Wild sex in the working class

Friend: Are you planning on going to Mexico for the [meeting] in January?

Me: I'd kind of like to go, but I don't think I can afford it.

Friend: What do you mean you can't afford it? There are grants you can apply for, so it wouldn't cost you anything. And, if you ever want to visit Mexico, this would be the place to visit.

Me: The grants aren't going to cover everything. But, after the meeting we could go down to the vacation spot a few miles away and hit on all the girls who are there.

Friend: Wait, you want vacation sex?

Me: Sure. Why not?

Friend: We live in the capital of vacation sex. If that's all you want, there's no need to go all the way to Mexico.


Sounds like I need to start spending some more time hanging out on The Strip.