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So, last year, my partner and I were supposed to go to San Diego for a week on vacation. It was supposed to be payback for a the year before when the trip fell through because of a community theater show he got cast in and the trip conflicted- anyway, we ended up going, instead, to Pensacola to visit his aunt instead. SO this year I told him "I am going to San Diego for my birthday this year. You can either go with me or stay and do whatever." So we planned the trip, got a couple friends to join us and we are all supposed to fly into SD on Saturday and stay in a GORGEOUS beach condo this weekend- except San Diego (my favorite place in the world and where I hope to live in a few years) is a smoldering ember, and flights are being cancelled, animals are being evacuated from the Zoo and the Wild Animal Park, and people are dying! We are supposed to arrive in 99 hours, but I am worried that there won't be anything left to fly into.
So to all you SoCal people... Be well, and safe, and I hope you are spared. To the firefighters out there, be well, be safe, and best of luck. And to the cruel fates: CURSE YOU AND YOUR FOUL SENSE OF HUMOR!
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