This is been a good year for travel.
I fully believe that how you start a year sets the tone for what’s to come, and ringing in 2013 on a roadtrip to Boston must have done the trick since the last seven months have been filled with adventure. I’m finally rested having gotten back from San Francisco and finally able to budget some time to sit back, catch up on MASTER CHEF and TRUE BLOOD and process all of the good times that the last week have given me.
After the last few really negative experiences with Southwest Airlines I was dreading the outbound San Diego flight, but the fates were kind to me and both legs of the first part of my trip had me leaving on time and arriving early, which is more than I could have hoped for. I had a fun little layover in Vegas and made it to San Diego with no troubles. My buddy Shain arranged a ride for me at the SD airport so I could avoid public transport and before I knew it I was starting my Comic Con 2013 Adventure.
I had only planned on attending the convention on Sunday for the Pushead event, but my buddy Ayelet, who I haven’t seen since the last time I visited SDCC, invited me out with her to check out the con on Friday, and the prospect of spending time with her outweighed the chaos of Friday at SDCC and I braved San Diego public transport to get downtown to have a little fun.
Comic Con on Friday is chaos. Way to many people, no one paying attention to anything because they’re too busy paying attention to everything, getting hit in the shins by strollers, getting knocked into by fellow nerds rushing a booth for an exclusive… it’s a weird combination of the worst thing ever and a really great time.
It was really rad to catch up with Ayelet, talk about the joy (and horrors) of home ownership and where we are in life. The whole SD trip was like that; instead of doing blow off a strippers ass I found myself having Icecream with my friend Pineapple and his Mom and Son, talking about therapy and fitness with Erica… being a grownup is surreal but ultimately rewarding. I’ve never really done much in SD beside Comic Con, so I tried really hard to get away from the Convention Center to do some actual touristing. My old friend Erica took me out to Ocean Beach to wander around and take pics, get sprayed with sea water and catch up… all of which we managed to do as well as getting BBQ. Can’t really complain about any of it, even the seawater bath!
Sunday finally came and with it the Pushead 21 event. I’ve only been to the NYCC Pushead events so I wasn’t really sure what to expect from San Diego; it’s a much bigger draw for folks and I’ve always been super jealous of the pictures that have come out of it. This year the lines were set up in four parts: P, U, S and general. I was lucky to pull P10 which put me in a great place to grab some really fun toys. It also put me in line with some really great guys; I rarely get to bullshit in person with other Pushead collectors so spending time with Heng, Ed, Carl was rad as hell. I’ll put some toy pics up over on My Pushead Addiction, but needless to say… I got my moneys worth despite the plane ticket and associated costs of the trip, ten times over.
I capped off the SD trip with Shain, Dustin and Didier; having sushi, shooting the breeze about the old days of body piercing (well, Didier and I did. Part of being old guys is getting to wax poetic about the old days of anything) and just unwinding before I headed out to San Fran.
Hit my first snag heading north- hour delay leaving SD airport which screwed up my timeline re: meeting up with my San Fran hostess but things work out how they do and Z was kind enough to leave a key for me so ultimately it all worked out. I was in San Francisco briefly last year; Kathleen, Atom and I drove down for a sidetrip but I didn’t really have a chance to be the goofball tourist that I wanted to be so as soon as I dropped my bags off at Zoe’s, I was out and about enjoying the city.
I tried to hit up all of the prime tourist spots; City Lights Books, Fisherman’s Wharf, Haight-Ashbury, the Golden Gate Bridge, Lombard Street, the Castro… I did all of the things that goober tourists are s’posed to do. I ate a garlic lover’s dream at The Stinking Rose, snapped pictures of landmarks and zoned out just being on an adventure. I met up with Hilary, Robin, Kristin, Brooke, Kelly, Tony and Jackson at Burma Superstar for dinner, braved the wilds of Oakland to spend some time with Steve Joyner and finally headed back to my basecamp to wait for my airport shuttle.
Finally at 6:25am I said goodbye to California and started back to Philly and Julia. As much fun as I was having, I missed home. I missed Bailey and Xanadont and Julia; adventure isn’t as much fun these days without her by my side. Austin is coming up soon…
Thanks to everyone who made my trip so rad; Shain and Zoe for hosting me on my adventures, Wes and Amanda for getting me into Comic Con, Chris and Pushead, Heng, Ed, Mikee, Carl and the rest of the toy nerds, HonkeyKong, Ayelet, Pineapple and family, Didier, Mick and Becki @ Cold Steel, Hilary, Robin, Jackson, Brooke, Tony, Kristin and her lady, Kelly and Steve… you guys kick ass!
Photos: Golden Gate Shawn, view flying into Las Vegas, Ocean Beach CA, P10, Kerouac, card from Julia.