After completing a long first week of school during which bro became the official word of the school year and Vincent became the sex guy, we headed for the beach for a bonfire. Unfortunately, there were far too many bandos there so we ditched Tower 33 for a trip to Convoy, the geographic center for Asians in San Diego. I finally had a chance to enjoy YogurtWorld, weirdly located next to O’Briens: An American Pub. I highly enjoyed green coconut and hawaiann pineapple sorbet. Next, we made a move to Mira Mesa’s east side where he ate some Rubio’s. But the highlight of the night was definitely Andrew’s mom. Most def a 10 out of a 10. She even understood Engrish!
Following an early wake-up, Vincent and I headed for the San Diego food bank. What was supposed to be five hours ended up being three very long ones. Some Mexican guy was in charge, but the whole system seemed to have a few too many inefficiencies. At the end of the day, we packed 743 boxes of food for seniors–pushing the bank to 1080 boxes as it strives toward its goal of 10,000 boxes for the month.