Thursday…ahhh thursday. I woke up at 4am, which would be 7am here, like clock work. I sat there for about an hour or two and then saw Ash begin to stir. Eventually we all rose from bed and made our way to the Convention. Ash and Chrissy had a plan for the day and took off to go get into their panels and such, Melissa and I decided to wander around downtown San Diego since we didn’t have passes to get into the Con until Friday. Let me say this, I understand it was slightly unusual weather, but San Diego was freaking gorgeous. It was in the 70s in the morning and 80s all day with an amazing breeze. We walked probably 10 miles plus that day and barely broke a sweat. We walked along portside, ate some awful, awful seafood at a hokey boatside restaurant. We had a horrible waiter and basically just a poor experience all around. We debated going on the submarines that were there, but then saw that it was somewhere in the range of $15-$20 each to get in, and we had a good laugh and left. A brief visit to a bathroom with no doors…(I mean no doors, anywhere), we continued on to the next part of our journey. I’m probably skipping a few things here, but the next part of town that I remember was Little Italy. Which is awesome. Seriously, I would move there tomorrow if given money and work being no option. It was just a perfect sun in the middle of the sky, weather perfect, breeze blowing kind of day in a gorgeous part of a laid back city. After hanging out here we decided to head back to the convention center and walk around the outside of the Con to see what was going on. Once we got there we got in line for Dead Space 2, got handed some shwag by some ladies who almost definitely don’t play video games, and waited. We ended up jumping line early so that we could meet up with Ash and Chrissy, grab some food and make the live Diggnation that night at House of Blues. We stopped at an “Irish Pub” for a quick bite and a beer. Why is it in quotes? Our waitress was Russian, was confused by what a black and tan and snake bite were and served us “malted cheese fries”. PS, we later learned that malted was melted spelled wrong on the menu, and they were absolutely awful, and as if to prove our point, this was what the condiments holder looked like: Agreed condiments holder, agreed.
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Thursday…ahhh thursday. I woke up at 4am, which would be 7am here, like clock work. I sat there for about an hour or two and then saw Ash begin to stir. Eventually we all rose from bed and made our way to the Convention. Ash and Chrissy had a plan for the day and took off to go get into their panels and such, Melissa and I decided to wander around downtown San Diego since we didn’t have passes to get into the Con until Friday.

Let me say this, I understand it was slightly unusual weather, but San Diego was freaking gorgeous. It was in the 70s in the morning and 80s all day with an amazing breeze. We walked probably 10 miles plus that day and barely broke a sweat. We walked along portside, ate some awful, awful seafood at a hokey boatside restaurant. We had a horrible waiter and basically just a poor experience all around. We debated going on the submarines that were there, but then saw that it was somewhere in the range of $15-$20 each to get in, and we had a good laugh and left. A brief visit to a bathroom with no doors…(I mean no doors, anywhere), we continued on to the next part of our journey.

I’m probably skipping a few things here, but the next part of town that I remember was Little Italy. Which is awesome. Seriously, I would move there tomorrow if given money and work being no option. It was just a perfect sun in the middle of the sky, weather perfect, breeze blowing kind of day in a gorgeous part of a laid back city.

After hanging out here we decided to head back to the convention center and walk around the outside of the Con to see what was going on. Once we got there we got in line for Dead Space 2, got handed some shwag by some ladies who almost definitely don’t play video games, and waited.

Dragon Punch

We ended up jumping line early so that we could meet up with Ash and Chrissy, grab some food and make the live Diggnation that night at House of Blues. We stopped at an “Irish Pub” for a quick bite and a beer. Why is it in quotes? Our waitress was Russian, was confused by what a black and tan and snake bite were and served us “malted cheese fries”. PS, we later learned that malted was melted spelled wrong on the menu, and they were absolutely awful, and as if to prove our point, this was what the condiments holder looked like:

Agreed condiments holder, agreed.