Chillin' like a villain on penicillin in PB
I like my vacations to be stress free. I definitely enjoy vacationing much more than traveling. Typically, I loathe the actual traveling process of any trip away from home. Thankfully the road travel in California has been very pleasant; driving out underneath the sun, the windows are down, cool breeze is blowing over your head and some great tunes are on the radio. It should be enough to make me forget about the cold weather which will be waiting my return, but it's not. Obviously it's on my mind since I just wrote about it in the last sentence. However, I am and will continue soaking it all up.
Today was another nice day in San Diego. Dan mysteriously fell ill which gave him some time away from the slave-driving Stratfor.com. You might think it would be easier to play hookey from work when you telecommute over 1,000 miles away, but it's not. In most cases, you feel even more guilty than you do when you do not feel like showing up at the office. To Dan's credit, he does need to ween his work associates off of his web developing teet, dripping at all times and ready to be suckled. When you work from the home, it becomes hard to separate a work life and a...home life.
The only tourist-y thing I did today was the Birch/Scripps Aquarium at UCSD. Dan and I paid a visit to the aquarium/museum which has a modest collection of sea creatures. I don't think one could handle walking through the aquarium exhibit on strong acid. The various anemones, tropical fish, jellies, seahorses, eels, sharks, starfish and crustaceans are trippy enough on their own. And standing in front of a 70,000 gallon aquarium tank is always interesting.
This evening after we finished our Kabaniss Pow Chicken dinner, we went and watched The Recruit. It wasn't bad, but not great. It reminded me of a Top Gun meets Swordfish sans Berlin and a gratuitous nudity shot of the leading actress, which Bridget Moynahan plays in this film. She's two for two portraying the love interest of a CIA agent in big budget actions films, at least in my book.
The ending of The Recruit does fall short of expectation as it struggles not to become a cliche` of spy movies. I do like watching these types of movies, since I know someone who works in the military intelligence and hope I will, one day, get to make a movie based on the experiences he may or may not have had. For anyone else, this may not be enough entertainment for the movie theater, but should definitely work out in the DVD player.
Tomorrow will probably include some relaxing beach time, cooking Italian food for my hosts and late-night debauchery in Tijuana, Mexico.
