The whitest, fattest girl in all of San Diego

So, I have been in San Diego for the last several days. Yes, it was spectacularly bizarre, and not just because Firestorm 2007 had created a blanket of smoke that wrapped up the city. The nice folks of San Diego made it odd all on their own.

I have never been to San Diego before. Maybe it's not a good time to judge. There were folks walking around with surgical masks as the air quality was labeled "Unhealthy." Perhaps the air quality was affecting other aspects of the city, but somehow I doubt that. In fact, I think it may come off as even stranger without the natural disaster.

What I found about San Diego, and maybe about So. Cal. as a whole, is that "normal" people like me, come off as the weird ones there. I was clearly the whitest, fattest girl in all of San Diego. There may be girls who are fatter and there may be girls who are whiter (although that's a tough call), but I am definitely the combination winner. It was ridiculous. All the women walking around downtown SD had toothpick legs, skeleton frames, golden tans and fake boobs. I don't go the trouble of discounting the boobs here because my nursing breasts are fabulously large, and totally real. But they are white. In fact, perhaps they are the definition of milky white...

It was a little brutal to feel like a chubby, pasty chick in the land of hotness, but, oddly, I felt okay. While all these people are undoubtedly hot, most of them weren't very pretty. And everyone looked the same age, which actually sounds creepy now that I am saying that. When you are 40, I am sure it's awesome to look 30, but it's not so cool when you are 16 and you may look like that same 40-year-old. I have looked the same age for years myself, but its alright by me. I have looked about 21 since I was 18. Being 30 now, and carded for movies somewhat recently, I'll take it.

Apparently I wasn't that worried about my weight while in California. I drank Sangria, ate at In & Out Burger, had dessert at the Ghiardelli shop, had cocktails with my husband, shared a Hershey Bar, indulged in a Monterey Omelet at a beach side restaurant, etc, etc. Wow, now that I am saying this all, it sounds like a darn fine vacation! Photos to come-- paleness and all!