We’ve already established I’m a kiss and tell type person, much to my parents chagrin (Sorry guys. Love you.).
It’s part of the reason I feel compelled to spill the low down and dirty details of our trip last week, which isn’t surprising considering I like to share: stories, granola, toothbrushes, shenanigans or inappropriate little morsels of information like who went topless in public yesterday. Confession: it wasn’t me although had I been there, I would have partaken. I figure I’ve only got a few topless years left so I better get to steppin’.
In any event, I spent the past several days in San Diego with the Hubby (he who shall not be named), Laura, who is shamelessly saucy, and Lucie, my vanilla gorilla sister. I’d love to call these ladies Hans and Franz, except Laura was probably only 12 at the time and might not get my SNL reference.
Shenanigans ensued and being the blabbermouth I am, a Tell All Expose Blog Post seems fitting.
I have a mild obsession with flowers, and by mild I mean borderline inappropriate. I was this close to smuggling succulent plants on the plane ride home. I regret my law-abiding ways.
(Did you see the little green bug in the yellow rose picture?)
It’s cold in San Diego. Forget the palm tree sunshine nonsense, I was freezing and spent the better part of our trip in my travel sweatshirt and heavy duty socks, consuming coffee or booze to keep warm.
On day two, I took a dive while out running with the Hubby. Thankfully, my cat like reflexes kicked in and instead of eating asphalt, I did a move I refer to as the “tuck and roll,” which is exactly what it sounds like, a nice and nimble mid-run somersault, where I instantly spring back to my feet. The passing traffic appreciated my acrobatics.
There are a lot of hills in San Diego. I wasn’t expecting that, and since we walked pretty much everywhere, including an interesting and slightly tipsy trip to the zoo, I’m fairly certain my non-ass ass is an eighth of an inch tighter. This pleases me to no end.
I met a new friend. We played together every single day.
Most days, I played with these ladies too.
The Hubby said he’d never met anyone with a dirtier mind than me. Then I introduced him to Laura, who made even the most touristy of things naughty. Turns out, this lovely lady goes commando. The statue that is, not Laura.
I ate bacon again; twice.
Prophylactics were purchased.
A bathroom trip inspired an entire discussion about asparagus. You know why.
Laura had to handle a work call, so I taught her birds this little ditty. You’re welcome.
Snooze in Hillcrest is definitely worth the wait.
The amount of pictures three bloggers take can only be described as obscene. Also, the Hubby can now add photographer and videographer to his resume.
Despite our shared passions, we do have our own unique viewpoints. Same beer tasting, each with a different spin.
Suffice to say, the Hubby and I had the best time in San Diego. Thank you to our lovely hosts, Laura and Lucie, who made our stay more than enjoyable, food filled and with booze a plenty. Oh and about that topless thing, I don’t kiss and tell.
When was your last blogger meet up? Did shenanigans ensue? When’s your next one? Mine’s in four days.