Sonic Nation

26 12 2011

Today I made the trek out to our “local” Sonic Drive-In.

Well….it’s only 20-30 mins away depending on traffic. However, there is only one Sonic location here in the San Diego area. And it’s pretty small. Probably only 20 stalls. Which is tiny compared to the four we have in town back home.

San Diego is a city of 3 million people … and these people claim to be “America’s Drive-In”….hmm. Every time I’m at the Sonic out here, every stall is packed and there are at least 5 cars lined in the drive-thru. This means we are desperate for another Sonic. D-E-S-P-E-R-A-T-E

Perhaps closer to San Diego proper for the 2nd location?

I don’t know if I’m the only one who gets a Sonic survey every other time they’re enjoying a sunny afternoon with diet-chocolate-coke in hand (probably not), but I am likely the only person who does the survey every single time. It used to be an automated phone jobbie, but now it’s online. We’re in the New Age of electronics you know. It’s the same questions every single time, so they are definitely not getting a good feel of the customers as I answer the exact same every time. Yes, the temperature of my food was satisfactory, the wait staff was polite and well dressed with roller skates. It was speedy service with a smile. Oh, and can we have another location in San Diego and add cheddar bites to the menu please!


Cinco de Marcho

5 03 2011

Today we took a lil jaunt around town. Well, around the country really. We did not abide by the town lines. Regardless of supposed protestors. We didn’t see any of the sort actually. Two weeks confined to our flats and base… I feel as though the streets are safe. And to be honest, I feel like I was mildly deceived, and I do not appreciate it. Non-violent protestors ten miles from my doorstep and the safety of a Navy base does not warrant house arrest.

So. I’m going to the movies tomorrow. Restrictions or not.

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I got my ORDERS last night. I have a couple of days to get my shit in place. You’re supposed to get them at least 6 months out. And I got them two months out. Buuuut I’m not going to complain, because I am indeed departing this chunk of sand. Goodbye shwarma, goodbye mosques, goodbye abayas, goodbye crazy ass drivers, goodbye creepy men, goodbye overpriced clothes, goodbye tiny base. America. I’m coming for you. This is the official warning. Wal-Mart, keep that cherry carmex, zip n steam baggies, and a variety of cds thoroughly stocked. Chipotle, you better have shining silver heat tubs filled to the brim with fresh chicken, rice with cilantro, pico, and cheese. Sonic, I’m comin for you, by way of diet chocolate coke. And Jamba Juice, I will begin my mission to hunt your ass down. You are becoming more and more hard to find…in the midwest you are few and far between. Strawberry Surfrider is in my future. I WILL find you.

I’m watching The Fighter. Anyone seen it? I got it boot leg so if it sucks I won’t be regretting anything. Just two hours of my life that I can never get back. But what’s two hours out of 24 anyway? A bleep in the many millions of hours that compile my life. I will say, Marky Mark is looking superb. But if it’s about boxing, I will like it most likely. My Gpa used to box, he was even at a match with Mohammad Ali (sp?). Pretty legit. Golden Gloves I believe it was called. He was pretty much the shit back in his day. Unfortunately that family athletic gene stopped with him… Last boxing movie I saw was Million Dollar Baby. That was a fucked up movie.

Blogging makes me hungry.

Goodbye. choc coke..O MY!

12 02 2011

Alright, chaps it’s 85 days and counting until I’m back in the ol U S of A.

I know, you can barely contain your excitement; Me NEITHER.

So, first on my docket is my love, Chipotle. Sex. In. A. Burrito. Nuff said about that. 1600 calories in one sitting, you say? BRING IT ON.

Secondly, Sonic for my cheese curds and diet chocolate coke. mmmm my mouth is watering already.

My poor sister, I made her go to just about every restaurant in town when I was home on leave last time. My top three would be Chipotle, Sonic, and Olive Garden. Thankfully, one of my close friends, Miss M sent me FOUR bottles of OG house dressing for Xmas. Aaaand I’m making my way through the lot. Savoring every last drop of that nectar from the Gods.

What brought this discussion on you say? Well, one of my friends just asked me if I knew if the McDelivery guys took american dolla. Guess what, when you are in the America of the free, home of the don’t even need to pass that thought through your mind. They will take anything that is american and green. And happily.  Every single state, same currency, it makes so much sense… Route 44 Chocolate coke? 99 cents (cause I have a coupon for doing a one minute phone survey), Olive Garden salad? $3.29, Chipotle pollo burrito, hold the sour cream, extra salsa, bag of chips, two mild salsas please? $9.78.

Aaaammmerrrriiicaaaaaa. I have in mind what I’ll be spending my tax refund on!

…wait…we don’t pay taxes while we are overseas…

 (As a sidenote I have just figured out a little button on these draft pages that lets you open up the typing box bigger than one inch at a time. Kids. Knowledge is power and with my eyesight, I’ll take all I an get.)

WTF Weds: Ed 004 Is that a nanner in your pocket?

26 01 2011

WTF!!!! So, there I was at the mini-mart being an obedient girlfriend and picking up some milk for the boy toy. I gather my things, buy my goods…which happened to include a frozen dinner, Tums (you never know), hand sanitizer, and aforementioned skimmed udder juice. I begin meandering my way through base to my jalopy….reach in my backpack side pocket to grab my keys. What do I find? No keys. Just banana. I had bought a banana on the way to work this morning with all intention of being a healthy human being and striving for the healthy lifestyle. In the midst of my deli sammich, lays cheddar coke..nutter butters…swiss cake rolls..and homemade cookies the Momma V sent…fuck. Now that it’s written I feel like an incredibly terrible trying-to-be-on-the-straight-n-arrow by way of healthy living. ANYWAY. So, the ol nanner was left in the bag, which was thrown on the floor, around the office, moved from the table to the floor, carried on my back across base, into the locker room, across base again, slammed in the corner at the front of the mini-mart as I dutifully searched for my pantry items. Flash back to searching for my keys. I stick my hand in my pocket, and to my dismay there are no keys patiently waiting for my grasp and fondle. There was no perfectly ripened banana patiently waiting for my consumption.

Instead, there was a beat up, bent in half, browned and cut. dead. banana. (A moment of silence.) He didn’t even see it comin, the poor guy. 15 hrs later to emerge from his cocoon of what was once a safe place, bruised and broken. Taken advantage of. Sorry about that bud.

But the worse part, is that I had banana guts all over my hands, yuuuck. I tried to insert a little example of what I was dealing with earlier tonight, but when I googled. Dirty old banana some very strange images loaded up…

But do not worry, my keys were safely tucked below the mass of banana guts. In one piece, and still functioning.