Jay asked me if we were going to pay a visit to the World Famous San Diego Zoo (I’m not sure if it really is world famous or not, but I’ve always willingly bought into the propaganda) We’re not, but I thought I would tell you a little story about it.
I don’t really remember going to the zoo very often growing up here. Oh, we would take out of town guests that were dying to go (maybe it really is world famous?) and it was a standard school field trip. Other than that, it never really was that big of a thing for me.
When I was working as a waitress in Seaport Village, I became friends with the handsome bartender that worked in the lounge upstairs. One day we got to chatting and decided that we would get together and explore the zoo on the next Tuesday, which was our one shared day off.
We met up at the agreed upon time outside the main gate. My friend had already purchased our tickets so we were ready to head on in. (I later found out that he considered us on a date. I thought we were just having a fun adventure). Now my idea of exploring the zoo was to mosey around and just go where the wind takes me, reading each sign and observing the animals. His idea was to make it to every single exhibit in a certain order. I would start to read the signs and he would just tell m what they said, including the proper Latin names. Plus he added in all sorts of extra information that he had gleaned from outside sources. This is when first realized just how scary smart my goofy bartender friend really was. I couldn’t quite decide if I was annoyed or fascinated or something else all together. I think I finally settled on being amused.
Over eighteen years later, when I head out on a new adventure with that same handsome friend, we still have the same attitude about how to explore something. We’ve had to make a lot of compromises along the way, but I am almost always amused.
Going to the World Famous San Diego Zoo without him just wouldn’t be the same. I’d hate to have to start reading the signs now…