Off I go again

I've got my "Stay Classy San Diego" shirt packed, and in 45 minutes I begin another journey westward to that land of contrast and brightness, the U.S. of A.

Last night I had some drinks at the local with some mates for my birthday. Turns out the local is pretty quiet on a Thursday, for most of the night we were the only ones there. But that's okay, all the better to talk amongst ourselves, and listen to the smooth sounds of DJ Fresh, whose catch-phrase was "be there or be squared" - nothing if not fresh.

Twas nice, except that one girl who had promised to bake me birthday cookies turned up cookieless. The situation was smoothed over with a promise of postal cookies later on, thus narrowly avoiding an international incident the likes of which we could all do without.

Those of you on the edge of your seat, waiting to find out what happened in the diver certification card fiasco previously reported - my parents found it in my old room at home, and mailed it to an San-Diego-residing Indian friend of a Sweden-residing Russian colleague of mine, from whom I can collect it when I arrive. Perfect!

I'm not quite sure why I chose to leave behind my dive card when, just looking on my desk now, I clearly chose (at least implicitly) to bring to Sweden my Blockbuster video rental card, several cityrail tickets, my old UNSW student card, and somebody else's old student card which I only had because it gave me access to the dive club gear room. I guess its just one of those mysteries of the deep we keep hearing about.

Anyway, next time you hear from me, I'll be abusing the staff at Dick's* once more.

* - pub in S.D. famous for its rude staff, and as the scene of much hilarity during the recent Steve&Jess's- wedding-themed trip which was widely reported in August.