San Diego, “America’s finest city” or to the drifters… “America’s fishiest city.” Hold that thought. We unfortunately downgraded hotels when we pulled up to The Best Western Seven Seas, 8 miles from downtown San Diego. Our budget only permitted us to live G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S for a hot sec at the Shore break hotel, ooh, the flossy flossy. Back to the 13x15 lunch box, shower shoes, and “broken” shower faucet. Or did Cobra unscrew it on purpose to stir up Kristina’s fireball spitting dragon rage hidden under those hazel eyes? Not so hazel at the time, more like a fiery red. (fuming with anger)! With the history of the boy’s fixer-quicker upper skills…yes they failed again….we had to call maintenance. During this time, Kristina is snugly wrapped in the white hotel towel that falls above her knees ow, ow! It turns out we needed to completely disassemble our showerhead unit and replace it with a squeaky new one. Thanks to troublemaker Cobra and his brilliant ideas J. Back to our reasoning as to why we call San Diego “America’s fishiest city.” During the past week, we’ve been looking for a place to do some deep- sea fishing, (the boys more or less wanted it to be a bromance day, but we all boarded the Daily Double and ventured off to sea for our 6hr voyage. A voyage it was. We officially had day California fishing licenses, rods, sinkers, and hooks…watch out! This was Amy’s first time out on a boat. (if you don’t count lakes) so I’m sure you can imagine her…she’s like a kid in a candy store with the first 10 times + of doing something new.. can you guess what her immediate action was? Yep…she ran to the bow of the boat and acted out her own rendition of Titanic. Only to find out, she was under the impression the titanic sank just because…nowhere in her 3.8954 gpa brain was the term iceberg. Amy kept skipping, hopping & dancing in sheer excitement. As for the boys, they were familiar with the whole fishing contest, their confident stance and sea jargon showed nothing but their manhood. Kristina was displaying her notable smirk and her original shitzu without teeth tongue- pose. And for myself, I was praying that my bagel settled and I would not turn pale green and diagnosed with seasickness…oh and to reel in Moby Dick. I went 0 for 2, thankfully. A) who enjoys healing over the side of a boat... B) if I would have reeled in anything larger than a baby barracuda which I seemed to be catching continuously, I may have threw my entire rod into the waters. Poor anchovies, what bad luck to be an anchovy. Through the neck up the nose, that’s the way to hook em’. I more or less slaughtered their eyeballs and gutted their brain in my attempt to hook it like a pro. FAIL. The trick was to survey the bait in the pool of anchovies and spot the speediest sucker of the bunch, hook it & cast it. After a while I would blindly reach my hand into the pool out of frustration that my bait lasts a whole 2 minutes, before a fish down under cleverly finds a way to unhook the bait without being hooked itself.. And who ever said fish aren’t smart? Well note to self: never blindly reach, because apparently every now and then a few largely looking green wormy fish like creatures found their way as bait. I would say 4x’s bigger than an anchovy. I like surprises but not those kind of surprises J .
Oh, one more side note, be aware of your surroundings, because evidently the fish bags hang off the bait pool side…and live fish on their last life tend to flap inside the bag at your feet. Like I said, I like surprises but not those kinds of surprises. We all caught something, cobra in last with a WHOPPING one-baby barracuda! I followed him with a total of four fish, 3 barracuda’s and 1 calico bass. Damn mini barracudas, probably the ugliest fish. Amy was up in the running, she claims she caught 6 keepers (big enough to bag) and 2 great white sharks that bit, but couldn’t master the task of bringing them in the boat. I wonder… But speaking of bringing onto the boat, Kristina was the queen of fish, she may not be your first pick volleyball teammate but when it comes to fishing she shines in her golden crown and ruby red robe. She’s a catch, what can I say? She had a total of 15 or so, handful bagged, and very few barracudas, andddd 1 in which she is playing tug of fish with….battling back and forth… & you can see it in her eyes she has it hooked, her hands are beginning to race that reel…its out of water now, from the distance you hear the deckhand say “DON’T BRING IT ON!!” …she can’t hear anything because her senses all shut down in pure anticipation of this catch… FLOP, FLOP, fish nails the deck…. It was a rare white bass that has to be 28 inches to keep on the boat…quickly the deck crew rushed over to the scene and threw it back without the water po po witnessing it. … she might have got away with that incident.. but not with the po po sitting on the highway….just now she was clocked going 86 in 70 without a white bass instead a steel boot. 20 days in, Kristina wins the award for the first ticket with a grand total drive time of 5hrs under her belt…what are the odds? Amy & Billy win the jackpot they called it in our pre-trip survey questionnaire. Apparently, she was taking the advice of Cobra on day 1, “if your out of state, no points on the license, speed limit is what you want it to be.” BUTTTT there’s always that little thing called a ticket with a hefty fine that joins it. Rightfully so, the Queen of Fish was not off the hook this time, but the CA officer did cut her a break. She was ticketed for going 5 over. For some it was first-time deep-sea fishing, for others or Amy it was first time on a boat. “Im on a Boat”… but a strong recommendation to you all… NEVER wear sandals on fishy boat, Amy & I found out the hard way… as we are still getting whiffs of dead fish here and there even after pouring body wash on them in the bath tub. Mmmm Fish odor. After a long day out on the pacific, we hit up the gas lamp quarters in downtown San Diego. Everyone but Kristina, this was the night when she “thought” she was next in line to shower…before you knew it the bathroom is soaking wet and water is spitting out the no nozzle showerhead in all directions. Again, thanks to cobra.
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Oh, here is a tip for anyone who visits downtown San Diego; park in the lines, or else you will be nailed with a 30 dollar ticket. (yep, even the back rear tire is half way outside the line). Luckily we destroyed the evidence by ripping the ticket up, otherwise it would have cost us a grand total of 50 bucks to park. Pftt.
forever young, tricx0
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