(Pretty much when I first moved to San Diego. So take the below list with a big crimping iron, which translates to “grain of salt” in San Diegoish.)
You’re a San Diego gal when:
- Christmas beach day!
- Carne asada French fries!
- Don’t you dare make fun of In n’ Out.
- Silk Stalkings!
- You have tank tops in colors not even invented yet.
- There’s an entire wing in your closet for flip flops.
- You wait all fall to wear boots, then put on every pair you own during the boot window of 9AM, November 21 to 2PM, November 21. Central Standard time.
- Your neighbor works for Qualcomm, your husband works for Qualcomm, you used to work at Qualcomm.
- There’s not a name for how blonde you want your hair to be.
- You remember when Fashion Valley only had a Nordstrom’s.
- You used to party in Tijuana, but wouldn’t be caught dead now on Revoluccion. Or you would, and that’s why you don’t go.
- You lived in OB at least once.
- You go black widow hunting.
- You kinda had a crush on King Stahlman.
- You still call it Der Wienerschnitzel.
There’s plenty more, I know. I’m not an indigenous San Diego gal, but I’ve been here so long, I forgot all about what it’s like to be a Chicago gal. Except summer street festivals. And fireflies. And cicada invasions. Plus, Ferris Bueller. And rooftop parties. Also, the Cubs!
I should write a Chicago version! Because Wiener Circle.
This. Is. Awesome! Right on! And write on!
Awesome post!
So true! Now my company delivers food to Qualcomm!
hahaha this is so true! I love this so much. I love our city :)
I’ve never lived IN San Diego, but my sister has AND I’ve been in SoCal for every one of my 46 years.
This made me laugh out loud with the truth.
Also, I’m wearing UGGS right now because it dipped below 70 this morning and when the hell else am I supposed to put them on?
Every single one of these is awesome.
Glad you’re my neighbor. Just three hours away.
“Revoluccion” Ah, I ought to blog about the stupid adventures we had in TJ way back when.
Aaah, King Stahlman! It’s better to know him and not need him than to need him and not know him.
I was very sad when he died.