It's been a gorgeous last few days in San Diego, so like the dork I am, instead of ganging down to the beach with my friends to work on our tans and rub lotion on UCSD coeds, I took advantage of the 3-day weekend to finally clean out and lovingly polish my apartment in preparation for an upcoming parental visit and the imminent arrival of a friend for a weekend stay.
So here's the thing: the apartment is so spiffed-up now. And I have this luscious second bedroom with heart-attack views out onto the backyard, a futon, and an oozing residue of good vibes. You can even work out with the resident weightbench or have power script conferences around the bubblegum blue Ikea roundtable. Who could resist a visit under such circumstances?
All of you who want to escape the cold for a long weekend and see me in my native grazing, lounging, creating, and mating habitat need not even ask. 'Cause the fact is: you're invited! Come one, come all. I mean, the Quick Wong on 7th and Juniper can't be wrong, can it?