After our thrilling appearance on The Price Is Right, we packed the car back up and headed south, toward San Diego. We planned on driving down the coast and stopping at a campground to do some on the beach camping. Thankfully, the weather was terrible, so we just drove straight to a hotel near the water in San Diego. This one:
It was a super nice place. It luckily didn’t cost us a fortune for the room, because it was, and likely still is, a Hyatt. Hyatt generally are not cheap places to stay, especially the Grand Hyatt brand hotels. Earlier in the trip, in Winnemucca, Nevada in fact, Amanda’s sister Emily let us know that we can get a family rate at all Hyatts, since she works for one in New Jersey. This was awesome news and we used the family rate as much as we could during the trip.
Thanks Emily.
In the parking garage of the hotel, parked near our car, I noticed this:
One of my (many) problems with adult society these days is the selfishness displayed with cars. People are so encased in their own world, or are so inconsiderate of other people and their cars, it’s like other cars, and those who drive them, don’t exist. The image above shows, pretty clearly, that the driver of the car above does not care one little bit that they are parked in two distinct parking spaces. Things like this anger me to no end.
There should be a little paragraph on the back side of your license that explains how to park like a considerate human being. If you do not follow the rules laid out in the paragraph, and are caught, you should be electrocuted.
We have completely torn up our social contract. We have let our grandparents and great grandparents down.
Angered, I wrote and left the driver this note under the windshield wiper:
My handwriting is awful, but I hope that they got the message. Please. Please. If you are reading this. Please. Do not. Park. Like no one else exists. Jerk.
My problems with the way people act and park aside, since we got in later in the evening, we just went down to the lobby bar for some dinner. I had, surprise, a hot dog:
This hot dog crushed the hot dog from Pinks in downtown LA. It was all kobe beef and super delicious. And very large.
We woke up the next day determined to do something awesome that day. Our sky diving and camping on the beach plans had been thwarted by the weather, but we decided to check out the San Diego Zoo, rain or no rain (rain). I asked a buddy of mine, who lived in San Diego for a few months whether we should have gone to Sea World or the Zoo. His response was emphatically, including an exclamation point, pro-Zoo.
We parked at the Zoo, grabbed our cameras, rain jackets and umbrella, and headed into the park (at forty-something bucks per person).
Overall, the Zoo was pretty awesome. Animals doing funny things is always awesome. My favorite? Possibly the hippos:
They just run around underwater in their own hay filled feces. And they are humongous.
Sadly, I didn’t take many pictures after about an hour, as this was my view for the remainder of the day:
It’s kind of hard to fumble around with a lens cap and camera buttons while holding an umbrella to shield you and your wife from a downpour.
Here’s a fun note to people who don’t think that humans didn’t evolve from monkeys: You’re idiots.
When we got to the gorilla cage/Plexiglas box, the smallest, youngest gorilla was in a playful mood. In order to get a rise from the elders in the box, he or she began throwing dirt into their faces and running away. As time went on, the little one grew more and more brazen, as the rise he or she was looking fro wasn’t coming. He or she kept throwing dirt in their faces while they looked tired of it all, as it if were a regular occurrence. Finally, one of the spry elders took of chasing the young one while the young one made crazy noises and ran away.
This went on for a few minutes: young one throwing dirt, old ones looking bummed out with the routine until finally, the enormous gorilla, obviously the dominant male of the small group of four took off running for the young one. The young one may have peed his or her pants (fur?) and did his or her best not to be caught. The huge guy did catch the young one and started to nip behind the young one’s ear until the young one yelped in pain. This is apparently the gorilla version of punishment.
Things quieted down for a little bit until the youngest one decided, once again, to start throwing dirt on everyone.
How does this relate to creationism? Well, if that small gorilla wasn’t acting like a toddler in need of constant attention, positive or otherwise, from his or her parents, I don’t know what to tell you.
Next up on our trip? The desert, eating in the future and BioDome the movie:
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