My broham Jeff and his lady friend Alex flew down all the way from Spokane to sunny San Diego for a week, so I put on my tour guide hat and we made the rounds. On the list were a drive up the coast on the 101 (I explained to them that freeways and highways here in SoCal are referred to by their number, preceeded by the definite article "the". They weren't that impressed.), a trip to Balboa Park, dinner in Coronado followed by a walking tour, an example of a typical hangout night at Alex's place (affectionately known as the "Chinese Prison"), a visit to the Zoo, and a flight in the UH-1Y simulator up at Camp Pendleton for some rockets and guns. It was a blast.
