What Happens in San Diego Stays in San Diego

I had myself a little adventure on the way to San Diego.  After staying up until 6am working on a final paper, I left for the airport with four hours of sleep and a day of running errands under my belt.  I arrived at the airport an hour early and discovered I had no government issued id on me (where, oh where might my license be).  So I decided to race home to find my license/passport and race back to the airport to try and make my flight. Somehow (call it a miracle, call it my Boston/NYC driving skills), I managed to drive the relatively congested route to my house, find my passport, drive back to the airport, and board the plane 47 minutes after my initial airport arrival.  I can only imagine what I looked like as I ran through security, attracting comments like, “Are you getting on the Olympic plane. Hardi har har” from the security agents.  But I made it and was rewarded with a fantastic long weekend in San Diego.  Family time, good food, the beach and of course some dancing.  I couldn’t of asked for a nicer weekend away…actually more sleep and not having to get up every day and work on a paper while everyone else slept would have been nice. Nah! Who needs sleep?  As for the anthropologist in San Diego, I think I found a new research topic- an ethnography of professional poker players living in San Diego.  Now what would the participant observation look like for that project? 

 The semester is over and after a weekend of going to cook outs, baby showers, brunches, lunches, happy hours, and dinners saying goodbye to everyone for three months, I can safely say two things- 1) I have wonderful friends here in Tucson, 2) I’m looking forward to leaving the desert heat and spending time in Rhode Island and Maine with my family and with myself.