it was my first tim
e in san diego and no lie - that's probably one of the nicest city i've been to in a hella long time. they have this one area called "gas lamp" which is like if whyte ave and bourbon street had sex and gave birth to a beautiful baby that was packed with cracken clubs and hella pros. we stayed at an ill hotel called "the sheraton" it was hella sick because our view was the ocean (what a way to wake up then to see snow). and we hit up this one mall called "fashion valley" - COT DAMN! i felt i was on some "weekenders" hype, that mall was straight out of the cartoon.
L-R: RUUSSSTY (SD tourguide), Eric (SJ & Ashley's bro), Aisa (SD tourguide)
i don't know how my liver didn't explode after a 3 day marathon of losing my brain. i wish i remember the last club we went to on saturday night in SD was called (we hit a club called "c" and "whiskey girl" prior), i was too faded to know what the last spot was called. BUT i do remember the $25 cover charge (AAAH), but it was well worth it. 2 floors of house and hip hop and hella packed with pros. blew over 3, killed my liver and my wallet.
the sickest part of the whole night is when we hit up "EL CHILE". got our greasy intake for the evening/morning by eating carne asada fries (balllin!) this right here shits on anything denny's has to offer. imagine taco bell's supreme fries but actually made by mexicans not bombais.
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