San Diego Sunday

Thursday February 17th - Monday February 21st.  Two thousand five hundred sixty miles is far enough to keep us missing lots of things.  Shows, parties, dinners and favorite places are an ocean away.  Two thousand five hundred sixty miles is not too far to travel for something important though, and this weekend was an important one, Joe's 30th birthday (also my dad's birthday weekend).  This trip started with shave ice but not from the North Shore.  This time it had to be from town so we went to Shimazu Store to get some before leaving for the airport.  Joe got what I can only imagine was an awful combination that I refused to try.  The owner of the store was super nice and we will definitely be going back.

Watermelon, raspberry, peach and red velvet, key lime and cherry coke

I thought a red eye flight would be a great idea and free up a day.  Not so much.  When we landed at five in the morning at LAX Becca picked us up and drove us to Bonita, where we all slept a good part of the day.  We slept in a real bed for the first time in over a month and giggled for a solid ten minutes because it was so comfortable.  Red velvet and lime is one bad combo.  Another one is hot chocolate and burritos which sounded like a good first thing to eat upon being back in San Diego but wasn't.  We spent what was left of the day visiting friends and family, then went to The Station for dinner followed by Brit Pop.  

Saturday meant haircuts, something we both desperately needed but Amy spoils us and we refuse to get our hairs cut by anybody else.  I hope that we can hold out until December.  After haircuts I baked a chocolate birthday cake that became an upside-down cake, an unfortunate consequence of my attempt to shield it from the rain.  A birthday party ensued and I reveled in being around people again.  

Mariposa Ice Cream was a substitution for  Sunday shave ice before having pho for dinner.  San Diego was cold and rainy, so rather than the normal Sunday attire we donned beanies, sweaters and long sleeves.  

Mexican chocolate and cookies and cream

Part of Joe's birthday present was tickets to see Lucero, who never disappoint.  They played "All Sewn Up" a couple of minutes after midnight in recognition of Joe's birthday.  Joe may or may not have taken off his pants in the middle of the Casbah to show Ben Nichols his tattoos.  

Monday meant a trip back up to LAX to fly two thousand five hundred sixty miles that I would fly again and again to make birthday wishes happen.  Two thousand five hundred sixty miles isn't really all that far at all.