Classy indeed. I love this town.

We rolled into San Diego aka A Whale’s Vagina yesterday afternoon for Paige’s 3rd Mini Photo Session. We met Veronica in Ocean Beach, home of the famous Acai Bowl, at 3:00pm and hung with her for half an hour. She was a cool chick. Great style and fantastic hair. I’m excited to see these for sure.

Oh snap! I totally forgot to mention that my MacBook battery died the day before San Diego. It was such a tragedy. If you follow me on Twitter then you received my update. If you don’t follow me, do it (ramirezdavid)

After the shoot we hightailed it to the nearest Apple Store and $140 later my compy was back to normal. Just FYI each Mac Battery has a 300 cycle count to it. Browse your “About this Mac” tab to see just how far along you are. You don’t need to be getting a surprise like I did. Be responsible with your Mac.

Finally, all our work was done and it was time to straight chill. Andrea is one of Paige’s besties so what better thing to do than to head to her place for some loving. They both caught up a bit while I went for a run and then Andrea took us to this kick ass Gourmet Luchidor Taco Shop called Lucha Libre. It was wonderful. I had the Veggie Taco which goes like this. Corn tortilla filled with black beans, cheese, corn, zucchini, mushrooms, and poblano sauce. Can we say amazing? Uh-Maze-Ing.

Since I lost $140 on the battery it was time to try and make some of that back. I didn’t have a show booked last night so I went to the next best thing. Open Mic night at the local coffee house. This brought back some serious memories. Interesting fact about David Ramirez is that he started in Open Mic Nights. When I was living in Dallas and decided to seriously start pursuing music the only place I knew to start was open mic at The Old Crow on lower Greenville. Just thought you should know. Put that in your back pocket, I might make a trivia question out of it.

We skipped over to The Whistle Stop for a drink before sets, bought a coke and poured some rum given to me by a homeless kid in it, played three songs, sold a record, bought a six pack, and finished the night drinking a Modelo Especial with Paige on the steps outside Andrea’s place while gazing at the San Diego skyline.

It pretty much doesn’t get better than that.

More soon.
David

Milk was a bad choice.