So, the weekend breakdown:
Friday:  Dinner with a slew of friends, in which we were loud and obnoxious and drank plenty.  Then off with one of my dinner companions to go see Waitress, which I thought was pretty decent but was also pretty predictable and overrated given the amount of praise it’s been getting.  It’s a good movie so I wouldn’t say that I wasted money to go see it, but overall, I wasn’t as blown away by it as I thought (and was told) I’d be. 
Saturday:  Drove to San Diego and spent hours sitting in traffic on the 5 freeway because of the stupid county fair just to see my beloved Red Sox crumble and have their asses handed to them by the Padres.  I will say that these were the best seats I’ve ever had at a baseball game — premier club, about 50 feet behind home plate, gorgeous view of the whole field… and a server who came by to take our orders and deliver food to us so we didn’t have to leave.  All I can say about the game is, thank Jeebus the Sox scored in the top of the 9th, because I would’ve been super-pissed had it been a complete shutout.  And I was pretty proud that Red Sox Nation West made a very good showing at the game — I saw tons of people wearing Sox gear both in the hotel, around the Gaslamp District and in the ballpark.
Sunday:  After going for a swim in the hotel pool (and getting hit on by a gay guy who followed me from the pool into the hot tub), I decided not to buy field-level seats for the Sunday afternoon Padres-Sox game and instead left the country.  I’d never been to Tijuana and had always wanted to go, so I figured why not?  I roamed the touristy parts of the city for a few hours (and got a fair amount of sunburn action) before walking back across back to my car in the U.S. What I found super-interesting about the border itself is that when you walk from the U.S. into Mexico, there are no checkpoints — you basically just walk down a long pathway and then you’re in Tijuana.  Coming back to America, everyone has to wait in long lines to go through customs and get checked, and I actually saw a guy being hauled away in handcuffs while I was waiting in line.  And coincidentally enough, I called a co-worker while I was down in Tijuana to ask what the name of those candies she brings back that I like (because I was standing in a candy shop), and she had also come down to Tijuana and was eating at the same restaurant where I had had lunch!  As always, more pics here.