Penelope Robles, a secretary’s assistant from National
City, felt it was time for a change. She’d heard about Courteous Mass,
the Emily Post version of Critical Mass that promotes the same message,
only with a hearty dollop of kindness.
The San Diego Music Awards are full of surprises—podiums get stolen, cover bands pull a Kanye, singer-songwriters
tell music writers to “suck my balls” in their acceptance speeches. But
perhaps most surprising are the awards themselves:
Comic-Con recesses for the evening, San Diego damn-well better have
some good and geeky goings-on to entertain the hoards of costume-wearing,
light-saber-packing, Doctor Who-worshiping masses. Not to worry, average San Diegan, these after-hours events should be enough to keep the Klingons from rioting:
cheap and filled with travelers who, after a few Heinekens, tend to go
both ways, hostels are perfect spots to catch some Zs, get an insider’s P.O.V. while visiting a new city and shower with new friends.