Tynan, you last entry about turning 30 was a classic, and I am here to help you.
Step 1: You are never going to get any chicks living in San Francisco, San Franciso is the gayest city in America. You need to relocate to Palo Alto, and date all the cute Google and Facebook engineers. I am sure alot of those girls have $10M+ in stock options.
Step 2: Your wedding will be great. You can have Mystery as your best man, and for your groomsmen you can have Style, Papa, Tyler Durden, and Ramit Sethi from "I will teach you to be rich".
Step 3: Honeymoon? Japan?
After that you are set. But seriously location is everything. I have an uncle who lives on California Street in San Francisco, and he just got married for the first time at age 63. Bad city for chicks.
I love San Francisco so much that it's almost a problem. When I think about taking a trip somewhere, my next thought is, "yeah, but there's so much awesome stuff going on right here, too." Of course, no city is perfect. San Francisco's faults are common to most big cities: parking is a pain traffic gets unwieldy during rush hour.
Enter the moped. I used to think that "moped" was another name for scooter, but it's not. Considering that mopeds, with a few exceptions, haven't been mass produced since the 1980s, it's not all that surprising that no one knows what they are anymore.
A moped is actually a hybrid between a small motorcycle and a bicycle. They were originally designed for the motors to assist in pedaling, not to completely take over. As small engines became more powerful the need for human power diminished and eventually they were replaced with scooters.
Here are my observations from driving up Route 1 (the Pacific Coast Highway) from San Diego to San Francisco, California.
San Diego (Pacific Beach) - Downtown San Diego was up-dated, hip and cool - the airport is smack-dab in the middle of the city. Airplanes were constantly flying overheard when I was downtown. But I really liked Pacific Beach - there were 30-odd bars in a one-mile radius and great breaks to surf during the day. Pacific Beach is the more upscale, professional cousin of Ocean Beach which is a lot more raw and real. I could definitely see myself spending a month or two here, surfing every morning and hanging out by the beach or at coffee in the afternoon.
Los Angeles Area - I skipped some of Huntington Beach and Long Beach (I have already been here) and stayed in Santa Monica with my buddy, Dustin. I rode down to the Santa Monica Pier, Venice Beach (pictured above) and Muscle Beach (great for people watching). It was great to see where Arnold used to train on the beach! Dustin said that people tend to be more laidback and not as stuck up as you would find in Los Angeles. We went out to eat at a vegetarian restaurant and partied that night and I definitely agree with him on his assessment. I had a great time and would definitely like to spend some more time here.
Route 1 Drive North to the Bay Area - I can totally see why celebrities like Santa Barbara and Malibu. Beautiful scenery and secluded homes were the first things that I encountered driving north. I started to encounter fewer cars as I passed San Luis Obispo and Route 1 started to get closer to the Pacific Ocean. I soon lost cell service which was great because a ringing cell phone couldn't disturb me from the awesome vistas and views all along the coast. It was a spectacular drive that I did in 3 days but can easily be spaced out even more to see all of the sights along the way.