I love San Diego, California with all of the beaches, perfect weather, and water. It's extremely refreshing and beautiful. Especially for a native of Utah, where beaches and unsalted water are a novelty. Sunshine. Joggers. Beach. Waves. Surfers. Dog walking galore. A DOG BEACH. An actual downtown with pedestrians and night life. On and on. I just went on a road trip there with three friends of mine - Erin, Jude, and Autumn. One night we stuffed ourselves silly with delicious Thai food prior to our plans to go dancing at a lesbian club. On our way we stumbled a really neat, independent CD store. I found numerous CDs I remember owning back in my junior high school days - for instance, from the Cranberries, Salt n' Peppa, and Crash Test Dummies. While basking in nostalgia city, the Thai food hit me like a crashing wave slapping against rocks. I darted off to the employee and asked him, the urgency in my face, if there was a restroom I could use. He was a reluctant. He relaye...