Day Thirty-One: I Almost Take A Seal's Life

7/16/15, 11:15 PM PDT

Despite its name, Old Town is surprisingly not solely comprised of the elderly people of San Diego.

It's also made up of really old (and really cool) shops.

But still mostly old people, one of which I may or may not have killed today. But more on that later.

Angela, Christina, Kayla, Gwen, Ken, and I all went to Old Town largely for two reasons. One, to eat at every single place that sold food there, and two, to loiter aimlessly in all of the shops, ultimately buying nothing but incense sticks and candy.

There was this place, that sold handmade tin ornaments, and they sold some beautiful stuff.

Even in crappy 720 iPhone resolution, it looks fantastic.

No, they weren't selling a portrait of Kayla over there.

We visited the Wells Fargo Museum. Which was basically an empty room with this thing sitting in it:

Oh and there was a "Do Not Touch" sign in there too, I forgot.

Strangely, I felt like I've been there before though. I don't know, do you have those sorts of feelings, where you feel like you've been somewhere you've never been before? It sounds strange, but it felt like the entire museum, the single room in the middle of Old Town, was something that I had not only explored in the past, but had grown to love.

It was probably because of this picture I saw there.

Ah, the good old days when I roamed the open plains and abused one-hoofed,
two-legged horses.

We went to a candy shop, then a candle shop, and then I found this neat little thing at the candle shop called a "courting candle."

How a judge and a jury use this candle in their decisions,
I'll never know.

Here's a closer look at the sign.

I think I remember one of my exes had a dad that used this thing. As soon as he saw me, he moved the candle all the way to the bottom and told me that I couldn't marry his daughter. My third grade self was crushed.

They also had the option to dip your own candles in candle wax, which was pretty cool. I thought the sign was pretty funny though.

Number three would've been great to know a few nights ago.

At one point in the day, I was taking this picture.

I think I actually might need a worry doll soon.

I have this habit of taking a few steps backwards immediately after taking a picture, probably because Fatal Frame trained me to believe that as soon as I snapped a shot, the ghost of a Japanese lady would come out of whatever I took a picture of and murder me. In most cases, stepping backwards is pretty harmless.

In this case, I almost ended an elderly woman's life.

I'm not even sure what I did, I think I bumped into her or stepped on her toe or broke her rib or something, but immediately after we made contact, she made this horrible, HORRIBLE pained cry that sounded exactly like this:

The next few seconds after that were a bit of a blur because she caught me TOTALLY off-guard with the seal mating call she made, but I think I said "Oh my god, I'm so sorry" and ran away or something like that.

Man, in hindsight, I shouldn't have left her so quickly. Maybe I should have fed her a sardine or something to make her feel better.

We also found a MODEL RAILROAD PLACE and it is AWESOME. I'm just gonna picture dump right now, but LOOK AT HOW COOL IT IS. Even with crappy iPhone quality, hopefully you guys can see how detailed this thing is.

Back off, billboard. Can't believe a sign would hit on my wife. That's Chris
Brown's job.

Fun fact, the streetlights change every 30 seconds.

I was especially mesmerized by this one tiny aspect here.

This guy must have mad buns and thighs.

I don't know why, but I LOVED that tiny little detail. Maybe it's the idea of a weary traveler walking to somewhere unknown, starting a new life that I loved, but I could not stop taking pictures of this one tiny person. The one above was the only good one I got because the glass ended up reflecting off the other photos though.

We bought some churros (one caramel filled, one cheese filled, both delicious) and ended the day by seeing this sign.

Never again will I use the word "pussy" in a
derogatory way.

RFotD: There actually aren't that many old people in Old Town.