tonight was random.

I swear I must be getting older, because Friday nights come around and I always debate whether I want to go out or stay in and just relax. Since my problem usually lies in the fact that when I choose to go out one glass of wine turns into much more, just because i tend to get my second wind. But tonight I met up with a good friend of mine and we went to the Whistle Stop in South Park.

And here's where it gets random...

I'm driving to the bar and I see a few cop cars, but keep on driving. I get to an intersection, almost at the bar and see what looks like 1000s of lights and cops....WTF. It was Critical Mass, a cyclist group in SD and all major cities composing of hundreds an hundreds of bicycle people, who meet the last Friday of every month to show the world ....well, basically in a nut shell, ....how to save gas! So there I was sitting at stop sign and literally could not move my car due to 1,000 ( no seriously) , people on their bikes passing by me. At first I was ticked, and then I started to think how cool it was, as the many great looking male bicyclists passed me by. So I then decided to crank up my stereo and find out what the hell is going on! I kinda was envious for a sec and wanted to be a part of it.

Sooo...in a month from now, i'm totally going to take part.

And I finally made it to the bar to meet a friend, and listen to some cool live tunes at the bar. My friend had to leave a little earlier than I had wanted, so I decided to hang outside for awhile longer. I started talking to these (lame) guys who were trying to detect my deal, when this cute (but short) guy was standing next to me and overheard me telling these (lame) guys of how I went to school in Boston, just moved back yada yada. So the new guy butt on in, and couldn't help to overhear out convo about Boston, and he just so happened to be from San Diego, ( La Mesa) actually. What a small world. La Mesa is the east county of SD, and not many (cool) people come from it. Do I dare say.

So after talking with this guy I find out his name is Cody. He then slowly starts to look familiar and I start too put two and two together as we reminisce about our childhood in La Mesa. Half way through the conversation I awkwardly ask him if he went to St. Lukes Elementary school, and sure enough it was the Cody T I remembered. Only back in the 5th grade, he was the school bully and did nothing but made fun of me, which actually took me years to get over. I definitely had my ugly duckling stage. So we couldn't get over how random it was that we met, and we joked over our four square days and him being a bully, because he seriously was such a nice guy that night. I did notice the ring on his finger, and turns out it was from his boyfriend, which also caught me be surprise because he was definitely the class cutie as well, total jock at the time...for as jock as a 6th grader can be.

So all in all, I had a pretty awesome night. We bonded about how flaky people can be these days and how that is soo not an east coast thing, at least not as bad. Ironically, while we made promises to hang out again we have yet to be in touch. But the night definitely made me feel like coming home was the right thing to do. I guess because I more often than not have been having my doubts of SD, little random things like this keep happening to me and makes me feel like it was definitely the right thing to do. At least for the time being. I ve decided that even though I don't love it here, I'm here for the right reason and maybe it will just take time for it to all fall into place. And if it doesn't i can always cross that bridge in a year from now. But i need to stick it out for a year, be here for my mom, my career, hopefully my love life, and realize that living in America's Finest City, despite the lack of close friends I have here these days, really isn't THAT bad. LA isn't going anywhere, and neither is San Francisco. I'm sure I'll be back. I just need to sit out a round and play my cards right.