Cendio, La Jolla

Summer is essentially here for me. I have a final next Wednesday- Marketing, which is also my major.

Important, right? Wrong. I have bigger things to worry about.

For example, where am I going to embarass myself next? What bridges can I burn further? I hear alcohol is quite combustible.

The answer lies in La Jolla. The answer lies in a birthday, a promise, a test, and free drinks. The answer is Cendio, a latin-themed La Jolla restau-bar that was formerly known as Moondoggies.

As far as burning bridges goes, free vodka and plentiful company should provide ample amounts of fuel. Incendio, coincidentally, is Spanish for fire. Ominous.

I hope that isn't the case tonight. I hope I make a good showing, display appropriate levels of drunkeness, and arrive home SAFELY and WITHOUT confessing my love or hatred of anyone. That is what I want. And I want Christo to have a good 21st birthday, too.

There is a girl out there, whose opinion means more to me than it should, who thinks I'm going to drink too much and get too rowdy and ruin her night. I hope she's wrong, and I wish she trusted me. Regardless, though, I journey forth into the night with good intentions.

Summer hasn't even officially started yet and I'm already antsy. Anxious, even. I have high hopes for the night- not because of where I'm going or who's going to be there with me... but because I've been really bored lately, and I want to make sure I remember how to have fun.

The only question will be whether or not anything catches fire in the process.


Wish me luck.

John