If I ever get around to making the official List of Things What Make Me Happy, I’m sure that day-passes to rail-transit systems will crack the top 20. For a mere $9, I have in my current possession a two-day pass to San Diego’s trolley network (plus buses, but that’s not nearly as exciting); this will allow me to kill the weekend in style, if by “style” one means “transit goodness Heaven”, which I guess isn’t how most people would use the word. I’m half-considering taking the trolley down to San Ysidro tomorrow and walking across to Mexico just because I can, but I’ve heard that sometimes the line to get back in the country is rather long, and I do have a flight to catch.
“Trolley”. It’s also just fun to say.
One thing I enjoy about vacationing in cities is that it gives my small gift for synchronicity a better chance to operate. Specifically, I left my hotel room earlier this afternoon vaguely wishing that I might happen upon a neighbourhood wine shop that was doing tastings; not two hours later, I had found myself a wine-tasting to experience. Though not in a small shop; this was actually set up at a big outdoor mall (to which I’d gone to visit the Apple Store), and was possibly in conjunction with a cooking demonstration by someone named Alton Brown. Still, I’m not going to complain about the existence of free wine tastings. (I might complain about the quality of the wines in question, though: the Riesling was a little too mineral in flavour for my taste, and both the Shiraz and the Cab on the earthy side of things. The nicest one there was the sparkling Chard/Pinot, but since I’m not that into sparkling wines…)
In other news, my first stint ever as a groomsman came to a successful close yesterday; I’m using “successful” here to indicate that the wedding happened as planned, the bride and groom are safely together and out of the country, and no one died that I know of. There were a couple of minor problems, but I’d imagine that there always are.