Of Burritos and Beaches

Well, it finally happened. I guess it had to. After a week of non-stop, intense, soul-searching work, we were let out early yesterday and given the rest of our Friday and all day today (Saturday) to do whatever we want. They also gave us a fun option if we chose it...a photo scavenger hunt (pictures below). We chose it. So, me and fourteen of my new closest friends loaded up in an Invisible Children for the adventure of a lifetime...

First, we drove downtwon to Urban Outfitters to take some pics for the scavenger hunt. We were so hipster, it was disgusting. Then, we drove past the most beautiful stretch of beach I have ever seen. When we actually pulled over to the beach, it was ridiculous. The sun was setting. We took amazing pictures. It was flawless.

Next, we headed to a little burrito dive to try California Burritos. For those unaware, these carbacious delicacies consist of a tortilla filled with carne asada, cheese, either salsa or sour cream, and...french fries. Don't judge it. Don't wonder. Just taste it. It is amazing. I died. Twice. We ate them on a pier looking at the ocean...and Clara accosted a statue...and got stuck.

As we loaded up in the van, a homeless woman on her bicycle heard us being loud and silly and joined us in a rendition of "I Believe I Can Fly". She was straight worshipping. As silly as we were, she was actually touched by us somehow. Of course, we took care of her and wished her well. Then, the dancing began. I'm not sure what kind of audio crack Beyonce puts into her songs, but even the hippest hipsters simply cannot resist shaking everything they've got when "Single Ladies" comes blasting through the speakers. Our dance party lasted a good 30 minutes. Mostly Beyonce and Britney.

Then, about eight of us went to a little place called OldTown. It is very hard to describe. But, it's kind of like an old Western town in the middle of San Diego. We had tacos and margaritas and fun. I rode a trolley. John thinks I'm psychic.

In the middle of all of this, there was more music, unheard of amounts of laughter, an awkward port-a-potty incident, an almost-ticket, an almost-hole in the top of our van, and of course, more food.

I am learning how to live well. I have always known and I have practiced this many times before, but never so much in such a short span of time. It is beautiful and exhausting. These people are already so close to me and I to them and it has not even been a full week. I am so excited for what the future holds but ready to embrace another full day. We are planning to shop, go to the beach, cook, and watch movies. Who knows if all of that will actually happen? I don't actually care because I know we will be alive. Completely alive.

With Hope,
Brandon

Most Unsuspecting Stranger:

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Most Awkward #1 (nobody at our screening):

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Every War Has An End...sorry Underworld.