My apologies dearest blog thingy readers, I’m a day behind cause after day 4 we were exhausted but happy!
Whew! What a day.
One of the very first things we saw up above in the Warner Brothers lounge was this gentleman:
He was an unexpected and unannounced surprise there to drop the Trailer for the upcoming Top Gun sequel. We saw him hidden in a lounge above the crowd and no one knew who he was except possibly a look alike until later when he surprised the massive Hall H.
Onto the floor we go…
San Diego Pride 2019 starts now!
Major League Baseball Opening Day.
This is what a national holiday should be.
Every year, like every at bat, is a clean slate with no idea what’s going to happen.
I fell in love with baseball accidentally when my dear friend, and man crush at the time, Clayton took me to my first San Diego Padres game back in 1997. It was a day game and he bought me a field level ticket right behind first base. Our first baseman at the time was his man crush, Ryan Klesko.
At first sight it was the handsome Ryan Klesko’s muscular ass that had my attention. By the end of the game I was in awe that I had lived into my early 30s having never discovered the timing, the preciseness, the skill, the sportsmanship, the timing, the patience, the fun and the sheer luck that is baseball.
I was sold.
Best. Game. Ever.
Today marks my San Diego Padres 50th year as a major league team.
I live only about 15 miles from the San Ysidro port of entry from Mexico into the U.S. I can actually see the hills of Tijuana from the window of my bedroom.
San Ysidro is said to be the busiest U.S. border crossing. This international connection between two North American countries enriches our lives greatly here in San Diego. Culturally and economically both San Diego and Tijuana, as well as both countries, prosper from our connection and relationship.
Migration through this port of entry is yet another benefit to all of us living and working in this region. Immigration is simply the backbone of the birth and growth of the United States. Cities like San Diego and Tijuana function in unison each benefitting the other. Immigrants support these regions and beyond into the heartland of our country.
All are welcome. Bring with you your culture. Bring with you your strong work ethic. Bring with you your desire for a better life. Bring with you your desire to belong. Bring with you your language, character, love and laughter.
I want you here with us. I am not the only one.
It is where I live. I call it home.
I am blessed.
…Come on out and see us.
It’s here, Comic-Con San Diego
Yes girl it’s KiKi time
We’re gonna serve and work and turn and huh-huh-Honey.
It’s here. It’s already here.
San Diego celebrates in July. After the other two large cities in our Golden State take the last two weekends in June, San Diego gives everyone a couple week break and then continues the celebrations.
I’ve been celebrating Pride since the first one I ever had the opportunity to attend. That particular pride was Seattle Pride 1990. I have been out of the closet since I was but a teenager however the place I lived had yet to have a pride celebration.
What Pride means to me is simply that we can be and are or authentic selves. In that we respect each other and support each other in living authentic lives. We celebrate and embrace diversity, acceptance, understanding, respect, affirmation, love and freedom.
Pride is, and should always be, a place of safety to simply just be. Just be. Be without judgment, discrimination, hatred and intolerance.
Be authentic. Be real.
and he’s working out at World Gym San Diego right now.
Thank god so am I.