In San Diego this weekend. Alas, I am missing the Jimbo invasion in Tucson.

Hooked up with friends from San Francisco and Phoenix last night for dinner at Hamburger Mary's, and then tasty malt beverages. But our energy level was low, so we declared the evening over fairly early and retired to the hotel. The lobby of the W is apparently a noisy, trendy lounge on weekends. I could barely hear myself think. But the room is relatively nice, and the bed soft and cuddly.

I refuse to pay $9 for a bottle of fussy water, however. At that price, I hope it was bottled by Norweigian elves and served with a side of caviar.

Enough complaints. We are now off to Hash House a Go Go (Gogo?) for breakfast.