The Gaslamp District was the place to be on this Saturday night, the day after Halloween. Halloween part 2 was happening, and I was in the mix, taking it all in. I didn't realize how crowded this area could get. Downtown San Diego seemed so small the last time I was here. I didn't explore that much of it, and never saw the night life. The only time I went into downtown was to hang out with the only friend I gained there back in 2011.
This time I got to see the party scene for a few hours. I went out and took some snaps, talked to some fun people, but after I fell into some unpleasant encounters, along with some rain, I started making my way back to the car. It was going to take me 30 minutes, walking distance to get back.
I saw a girl passed out flat on the ground, with her two “friends” standing above her, making out with each other. I think the guy was stepping on her dress.
Then there was a full on douche bag and his friend, taking photos with a thumbs up, next to a girl who had puked all over the sidewalk. She was too drunk to even hold her hair back or stand up, let alone smile for a picture.
Most of the people that were taking pedi cabs were brilliantly wasted. The rain started to sprinkle, and over the course of 10 minutes, the rain was pouring. People were jumping to get to the sidewalk with the accumulating puddles. I was walking past a bar when a guy stumbled out, dropped his smile, and questioned his world for a second. “Oh. Its raining?
I had to stop a few times under some building structures to keep dry for a few minutes at a time. I saw a 7/11 and decided to wander in, get dry for a couple minutes. I needed something hot to warm my body and hands up.
Coffee? Maybe tea? I searched, and they were out. I picked up the only thing I saw worth warming up, a cup of noodles. Which I was bummed about, Oh well.
The guy behind the counter, in his mid 50's saw that I was in a funk. I was cold, I was wet, and I had lugging around everything I own. My camera equipment, guitar, and bag, all strapped to me. I was not having a good time anymore. I was drained, and not sure where I was going to sleep. It was already 1:00 a.m....
I didn't communicate this to the man that was about to ring me up, but once I got up to the counter, he started to warm my noodles before I had my card out of my bag, he gave me a fork and smile, and asked where I was from. He asked about my guitar, my camera, and then about my adventures. He made me forget about how miserable I had been when I walked in. This was apart of the adventure.
Sometimes people say “Oh that must be so fun!” when they find out I have been on the road for nearly 5 months. It is, sometimes, but there are times that just suck. There are times where I feel I just need a break. I didn't want to be wet with no shower to warm up in for the night, and I sure didn't want a cup of noodles to be my rescue, but I make those kind of sacrifices to live the way I do. For adventure.
I thought the cup of noodles was going to be 'just that thing' to save my night, but it was the man behind the counter. That interaction was something I needed, and those were the best cup of noodles I had ever had.