Boring Sunday
Sunday, July 30th, 2006
Sunday
Quote of the Day: “Oil prices have fallen lately. We include this news for the benefit of gas stations, which otherwise wouldn’t learn of it for six months.”
- Bill Tammeus
I have nothing to do.
For weeks, my weekends have consisted of going out and looking for houses. Now that I found a house, the reality set it: I am alone in San Diego on a Sunday with nothing to do.
Wait, I’m in SAN DIEGO! I could do something different EVERY DAY and still not do everything there is to do in San Diego!
Nope, I got nothing.
Hmmm, I went to Borders yesterday so that’s out.
Um, I could go to the beach but how fun is that alone?
Running? On a Sunday, are you nuts?
There’s always eating. Oh yeah, there’s an all-day time filler you fat bastard.
Well shit, what should I do?
I decided I should go to 32nd Street and see how to get to the housing office. I needed to go and get on the housing list just in case and since I had never been to this base, I wanted to figure out how to get there so I wouldn’t be wandering around next week looking for the housing office.
32nd Street is a base about 10 miles south of the Depot and wedged between MCRD and the border. They have a commissary, PX, and other family services so I could also kill some time poking around the PX.
I found my way there but a missed the turn into the street that leads to the gate. I knew it the second I passed it and was insta-pissed but thought, OK, I’ll just go up, turn around, and come at it the other direction.
It would be easier to get to the moon than to do what I just described.
Have you ever been anywhere where it’s virtually impossible to get going the other way? No U-turn signs at every intersection, big medians, looooooooong-ass traffic lights followed by forced on-ramps to highways?
Needless to say, I was 10 flavors of pissed when I finally made it back so it was a good thing that the guard didn’t give me any shit about having an expired sticker.
There was construction on the main road of the base and I wandered around aimlessly, backtracking, finding dead-ends. The detour routes were not marked. It was turning into a banner fucking trip.
I finally made my way to the PX and it was monstrous. I just roamed around inside without anything in mind that I particularly needed so I was just killing time. I had my iPod just to keep my mind busy which all but guaranteed me that no one would strike up a conversation. I wasn’t feeling particularly social, especial after the driving debacle.
After the PX, I walked over to the commissary where approximately 180,987 people over the age of 60 decided to converge on along with me.
I bought a few items to carry me through the week (mainly applesauce, yogurt, vegetable beef soup, Raman noodles, and crackers) and then spent my allotted hour in the check out line while Septuagenarian Sally tried to haul her Depends from the bottom of her cart.
I felt like a fetus in that place.
And thus ends another day. I gotta get a(nother) hobby.
Free Advice for Today: “On long-distance road trips, make sure that someone besides the driver stays awake.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
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Hobby:
You could take up Amway, then people would go out of their way to avoid you. You’re already on Killjoy’s s**t list most of the time, so pissing off your friends shouldn’t be new to you. See the perfect hobby.
I seem to recall something about the MCMAP, that might make a good hobby.
You could become a heckler; sit in movie theaters, food courts, whatever and heckle people. It doesn’t pay much, but it has the added benifit of giving you an outlet for the bad mood you will be in by the time you fight your way through traffic in order to get where you can actually heckle large amounts of people.
I would suggest getting fat and lazy, but your ID card probably says U.S.M.C not U.S. Navy (like mine did).
O.K. I think I have made a big enough pain in the butt out of myself for one posting. More likely I exceeded my quote, but hey, I’ma a giver.
Comment by Ray Young — October 7, 2006 @ 9:31 pm
Well, I don’t want to be totally ostricized by the human race so Amway is out.
I get my “pissing off my friends” card punched via Killjoy.
I got my tan belt and that’s all the farther I’m ever going to go with MCMAP (I hated it).
I’m in a constant state of heckle in my mind (it tends to last longer because I don’t get thrown out or ass-kicked which would stop the heckling)
Now getting fat and lazy; there’s a plan I could get onboard with!
Oh and actually, I always pictured you as a “receiver” (laughing until my stomach cramps….)
Comment by Jason — October 8, 2006 @ 10:33 am
ok, you got me on that one. BOHICA
Comment by Ray Young — October 8, 2006 @ 10:37 am
Ah, I grew up shopping at the 32d Street Navy Exchange. For some reason I was depressed shopping there this past July (maybe because it would be the last time shopping there as a regular customer!). I can’t believe 32d street is having a new commissary built when the one they have is less than 20 years old.
Comment by Fulton — October 10, 2006 @ 3:01 pm