Kyle on San Diego

Diego was nice. San, not so much.

Day 1:
Arrive. 3 hours behind Eastern time zone. Hotel is much nicer than expected, except for a strong bleachy smell (which was expected). Great location as well. Great mexican food. Cheap dive bars nearby. Drunk by 7pm. Very drunk by 9pm.
Day 2:
Day-long National Institue on Drug Abuse symposium. Queezy. Cool brain images. Boring talks about other stuff. Spoke to students of potential postdoctoral advisors of mine. Early to bed.
Day 3:
First day of neuroscience posters. A lot of walking and talking. Two great impressions of second postdoctoral opportunity at Hopkins. How is Baltimore for living? Anyone?? More drinking. BYObutter rules the trivia machine.
Day 4:
More posters and walking and talking. Great people watching.
Day 5:
Up at 7am for my poster presentation. Very successful overall: got some advice, positive comments, met some folks, plugged my work, etc. Quite a crowd. Especially around the adjascent poster, Steve's "Marijuana Munchies" study. Totally exhausted by early pm. Dinner with the lab at super-fancy mexican/french restaurant. Steak good. Cactus...intersting. 3 hours of drinking and exhausting conversation. Early to bed. Sort of.
Day 6:
Slept on flight home. When did they start charging for in-flight meals? Went to bed early. Drained.

What did I learn about SD?
San Diego has way too many advertisements for plastic surgery. The down-and-out folks ask for cigarettes, not money. The weather is too consistent. Downtown stuff is too expensive. Where are the hippies and homosexuals I've been hearing about? Not downtown, evidently. San Diego is home to the only calm and jolly schizophrenic I've met. My knees hurt.