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SNARK
Email received this morning: "Price Alert! San Diego from $93* a night!"
This portends to be a running snark.
Folks, even when I'm visiting San Jose? I've never paid more than $50 a night. *thinks hard* No, not even when I wasn't doing Priceline.
They think $93 a night is a bargain for Buzzard's Bay. Buzzard's. BAY.
San Diego, if I were to describe it as a person?
That skanky little bleached-blonde on diet pills and cheap booze with the ugly boyfriend in the military (Camp Pendleton is just up the coast, and there's a HUGE Navy base in San Diego itself) that drives the biggest, narstiest SUV he could buy for her (she doesn't work), has a shopping addiction that just won't quit and makes everyone else pay for lunch when she goes out to dine.
And thinks everyone has to admire how absolutely GORGEOUS she is. Such assets! Such glamor.
...puuuuleeeeze.
She's a trumped-up $5 whore. And I really resent having to pay more just to spend a night in her neighborhood.
(Buying a home? Not so bad. But you have so much company, you'd think you were in Orange County in the 60's again.)
This portends to be a running snark.
Folks, even when I'm visiting San Jose? I've never paid more than $50 a night. *thinks hard* No, not even when I wasn't doing Priceline.
They think $93 a night is a bargain for Buzzard's Bay. Buzzard's. BAY.
San Diego, if I were to describe it as a person?
That skanky little bleached-blonde on diet pills and cheap booze with the ugly boyfriend in the military (Camp Pendleton is just up the coast, and there's a HUGE Navy base in San Diego itself) that drives the biggest, narstiest SUV he could buy for her (she doesn't work), has a shopping addiction that just won't quit and makes everyone else pay for lunch when she goes out to dine.
And thinks everyone has to admire how absolutely GORGEOUS she is. Such assets! Such glamor.
...puuuuleeeeze.
She's a trumped-up $5 whore. And I really resent having to pay more just to spend a night in her neighborhood.
(Buying a home? Not so bad. But you have so much company, you'd think you were in Orange County in the 60's again.)
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They left - oh, thirty years or so ago. They didn't like where the neighborhood was going - and boy, they weren't kidding.
Part of me is snarking - and part of me is very, very sorry to see it happen.