I'm back from the vacation and I had a lot of fun. Day one started out very nasty with me forgetting my wallet (!) so my mom took me back to my apt in order to get it. I had to catch another flight. Forgetting my wallet is EXTREMELY rare... like one in a million shot or something. I packed everything else meticulously though.
I was greeted with a nice cool breeze upon leaving the airport. Everything else went without a hitch the rest of the evening. I had fun teaching a nice looking woman with an accent how to bachata dance which was quite difficult because she was hell bent on keeping her body plastered to mine most of the time. So I said, "watch my feet". She looks down for a bit and then back at me. I stayed there until 1:00 in the morning which is 3:00 am "my time" (which is central time!). She bear hugged me and said THANNKK YOUUU after the dance.
The Gaslamp district in San Diego is actually quiet at 1:00 ish in the morning and especially since my ears were ringing.
I had fun conversing with several at the hotel.
I took the CD player with the subliminals (absolute self confidence and the aura of sexiness) and full sized headphones, sat the headphones on the nighstand next to the bed and turned the volume on the cd player to the max and pointed the earcups towards me... put the cd player on repeat all and dozed off.
Day 2 started out slow due to the fact I stayed out so late. Hit some eye contact with a few women in the hotel restaurant and talked with the waitress a bit. I was just wanting to relax so I went out to the pool and checked out the decorations (tiki stuff) in and around the pool and hot tub area.
I visited the Gaslamp Hoots (naturally!) and flirted with Choci, my waitress. I got my pic taken with her and two other Hooties. I then got my pic took with the bartender who had a nice belly button ring (I complimented her on the ring, btw). Most of the Hooties were eyeing me up and smiling as they walked by my table... not that I'm complaining! lol
The late evening of day 2 involved the salsa club again and I danced with a few nice women. It was EXTREMELY crowded and that kinda put me off of dancing. I like my space! I talked to one woman about salsa and told her about the Little Rock salsa scene and whatnot. She was actually Puerto Rican and lived near Balboa Park (talked about that as well)
Day 3 involved going to Balboa park to see some museums. I actually wanted to keep to myself a bit and not wanting to mingle much. I'm figuring that there was some stuff being pulled deep out of my subconscious. I knew what was going on and brushed it off. Despite all of that, I still had people saying hi to me and stuff and had a few beautiful women check me out.
I witnessed a beautiful Asian woman getting her pic took. She had a wedding dress on and I was thinking... Balboa Park is a beautiful place to get married at! (I'm partial to the beach with palm trees and what not though!
). I was busy taking pics of honeybees pollinating daisies and showing a couple of strangers my daisy w/ honeybee pics...who were blown away by the pics, btw.
Night 3 at the salsa club started out slow ($10 cover to make up for the no cover Wednesday, I guess!!). I danced with more beautiful women. One, bless her heart had bad breath... she must have eaten a Reuben sandwich or something, lol! but I danced with her anyway since she was nice, pretty smile and eyes... breath not so good! Then I danced with a pretty Amazon (over 6 feet tall) woman named Helga (European accent), then another woman that insisted to dance with her body plastered to mine 90% of the time.
I went up to the Birch aquarium and checked out the undersea life which was interesting to say the least. I actually wasn't in a good mood due to the fact finding the aquarium was like finding a needle in a haystack. I was going through a mental tug of war at times where part of me wanted to just chillax and not do much of anything and the other part of me wanted to get with it.
I also visited Oceanside via old US 101 which was a nice drive. As per usual, I visited the Oceanside Hooters to score another T-shirt. Only ONE blonde in that restaurant and the rest were brunettes. I thought that was funny and I asked my waitress why that was?! My 1st waitress was big boned (not fat but VERY voluptuous!!) She wrote something about me loving her hooters on my shirt. LOL! Crazy girls! Then the night shift girls came in and my 2nd waitress had a perfect Barbie figure except she was brunette with beautiful dark brown eyes! Another group picture was took with waitress 1 and 3 other girls. Then I got my pic took with waitress 2 (brunette Barbi) and another pic with a very tall Hooters girl. Flirting and a bit of banter ensued with Brunette Barbi and me, and a nice hug with her afterword.
July 4th was awesome as well... took a trip to Anaheim (My birthtown) for YET ANOTHER Hooters shirt and the moment I step in the Anaheim Hooters, I get a chorus of "Hi, Welcome to Hooters" repeated about 3 times by most of the waitresses. I was visited by at least 6 of the girls who were swarming my table, making me feel like the queen bee and they were the workers, lol. My main waitress was also keen on salsa dancing so at least we had something in common. I showed her some videos of the salseros in San Diego and the video I took of the clouds while flying into Austin, TX.
That evening, the marine layer pushed back in and it cooled off, forcing me to wear a long sleeved shirt, pants, and a t-shirt underneath. I was still chilled. I watched an awesome Fireworks show. Afterword, I poured 2 of those small individual wine bottles (8 oz) into a to-go Styrofoam Hooters cup and took it outside to the pool / spa area. Well, things were going great, taking a few nice sips and I sat the cup close to the edge of the spa. I was yacking with the others and then I got too hot and hopped out of the spa. Only, I sat the cup in a bad spot because I forgot where it exactly was and raised up out of the spa, facing AWAY from the cup and then sitting on the cup, crushing the cup and spilling about 11 oz of the wine. DOH! One of the others said, "you crushed your soft drink", and then I said, "only it wasn't a soft drink", Then they do like a naughty laugh and then I laughed a bit. At least the wine was cheap ($3.99 + tax for the 4 pack so it was like only $1.50 down the drain, LOL)
On the way back home to Arkansas, I got to sit by a San Diego native. She was nice. We exchanged names and talked about San Diego and California. She was on her way to Florida and she was dressed with long leggings and sweatshirt. I hoped she survived the Florida heat and humidity! lol
Well, back home now and I'm going through California withdrawal symptoms. I want to move out there so bad!!
haha but that's what I signed up for 
I just got a sudden urge to start doing these things and it feels great!