Far from the Best Coast

I miss LA. I miss the Westside lifestyle. Pretty much New Texico sucks, I'll say it.  I'll say it right to the Mayor of El Paso's face.  They totally know it.

Outside of us being locked on the military base, our little glimpses of civilian lifestyle around here look...sad, and hot and sandy and rather...fat. They are free though, they are free.

Free is what I miss. I miss being at the armory in Manhattan Beach, and after checking in on my email Inbox, taking a walk up the hill at Rosecrans. Cresting over the hill and getting the full on view of the ocean and the beach.  I miss breakfast at Four Daughters Kitchen.  I could throw down a El Porto scramble WITH the cheese and the home fries. Washed down with some coffee. Good coffee.  Not coffee brewed in a "silver bullet", set to percolate again and again over the course of 3 or 4 days, until it's caffeinated sludge (which actually makes it taste better).

With this delicious grub-fiesta I miss the freedom of schedule. Here we are bound to the Dining Facility (DFAC) hours of operation. 0500-0800, 1100-1300, 1630-2000 (I think). You get there or you pursue other options.  I've missed breakfast 3 times in the past week, for scheduling conflicts, and settled for home baked cookies and a protein shake. Quite delicious, but not a full meal. You end up planning your day around chow times, which is wack, regimented, but wack, smothered in weaksauce.

I want a healthy, vegetable-laden, deliciously crispy thick cut bacon garnished, egg concoction first. Then I want a crazy Griddle Cafe gluttonous pancake stack with Peanut Bubba French Toast on the side and a giant brick of hash browns.  I want it to give me the Diabeetus (just for like 20 minutes) and I want Wilford Brimley to show up and tell me about Liberty Medical and how we can live together with our Diabeetus.  I want him to teach me the art of mustachio growing while we drink Cokes and shoot Insulin and suck on sugar free candies, because that how we do it.

If your in the Southbay, represent at FDK or Uncle Bill's Flapjack Shack and Pancake Emporium.  That's what I would do.  Relish life at the beaches, because the CONUS (Continental US) Suck exists...and these poor saps don't even know it's them (sorry anyone out here, or anywhere similar, by choice).

Cool, I'm done.  0630ish tomorrow, it starts all over again, and it's all sub par.  I'll have the bacon, eggs, and some salsa, AGAIN, for the 14th day in a row (except for the aforementioned cookie/shake days). It could be worse...but it could a lot better.