Different City, Different State

This is the monstrosity of a building they called a "hotel" in which I stayed. I called it "If there’s a fire, I’m definitely going to die in this incredibly tall DEATH TRAP OF A BUILDING." But I have to say, my room was really nice.

Well, the first room was not so great. It was a smoking room. Yuck. Of course, I thought I was up high since that room was on the 9th floor.

They moved me to a nonsmoking room the very next day. Guess what? Non-smokers get put on the UPPER UPPER floors because apparently they can handle running down TWENTY-ONE, yes 21, FLIGHTS OF STAIRS! I was moved to the 21st floor. The scary part? There were still FOURTEEN FLOORS ABOVE ME. 14. It boggles the mind.

I keep going ON AND ON about how tall the "hotel" is because in Birmingham, AL, we do NOT have HOTELS that tall. We might have some building that are almost that tall. Or maybe they just don’t seem as tall because they’re not spread out all over the place. They’re all clumped together. Kinda like NYC, but nowhere near as cool. But I still don’t think they’re as tall. It’s madness, I tell you. MADNESS.

This is the view of the city from the 21st floor.

This is a view of the pool from the 21st floor. I think the pool is on the 3rd or 4th floor. It’s ON TOP OF THE TINY BUILDING IN BETWEEN THE GIANT TOWERS OF DOOM/DEATH BY FIRE.

Here’s a view of the pool and the bay(?) from the 21st floor. Breathtaking, no? If the window opened more than a tiny crack, I could have swan dived fallen to my DEATH from 21 floors above the ground. Hypothetically, of course.

I love seeing a city all light up at night. San Diego was no exception.

Despite feeling a little woozy and light-headed (due to lack of oxygen) from being so far off the ground, I did find that once I was down on the ground, I really liked San Diego. A LOT. There were lots of cool buildings and beautiful weather. I liked to just walk around downtown and take in the sights, the weather and the people. I am an avid people watcher. Sometimes, I’m a little obvious about it. Sometimes, I’m not.

Oh yeah, the other neat thing about San Diego? Their malls don’t look like malls I’ve seen anywhere else. Look at this thing! It’s like a maze, but with shops! I found that this makes shopping more fun and entertaining. No small feat since I HATE shopping and malls in general. But this one, this one is the exception.

I made the mistake of telling my sis about this shop. I was forced to make an entry and leave with this:

All the disgusting cuteness. I thought I was going to puke pink from hello kitty overload.

I also went into a fabulous little shop called the Sweet Factory and came away with this little bundle of joy:

Candy corn, Indian corn medley, Pumpkin marshmellow creme  thingies and dark chocolate malt balls. Suprisingly enough, I was not a huge fan of the dark chocolate malt balls. But the candy corn and the indian corn medley? HEAVEN. The pumpkin thingies being my second least favorite of the candies. Pardon me while I wipe up the drool from thinking about the candy corn. Yum.

No trip out of town is complete without seeing at least one incredibly disturbing thing, so I leave you with this:

I didn’t have the guts to try one. I was too freaked out.

Yes, I bought yarn. What’s the point of going to another city if you don’t bother to check out at least one yarn shop? I’ll post about it tomorrow. Be content to know that pictures of fiber goodness are to come.

Oh right, I was on a business trip while in San Diego and I did in fact do lots of businessy things. I promise.

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