This past weekend, JB and I ventured to San Diego for a short vacation. His band was playing in the Rock and Roll Marathon on Sunday, but I’ll get to that in a minute.
We traveled to San Diego on Saturday. We both had duffel bags, and managed to get to the airport a bit late. When I was loading the plane, the flight attendant yanked my bag from me and told me I was going to have to check it. I was OK with that until I saw her letting JB take his duffel bag on with him, and it was the same size as mine!
Needless to say, by the time we arrived in San Diego, my bag was Missing in Action. I was told it would arrive in a few hours.
We checked into the hotel, and then headed to the beach. I got to sit on the beach while JB went and froliced in the ocean. Those of you that know me well, know that I love the water. And let me tell you, I was not happy with the fact that my swimsuit was in the bag that was missing.
That night, we had dinner on the beach with the other members of his band. On the way to dinner, I had called the airline and was told that my bag was found and would be arriving at the hotel around 7:00 pm.
I was happy with that. But when we returned from dinner at 10:30, my bag was still missing.
Sunday morning, JB and his band went to set up for their gig at 5:15 am, while I tried to eek out a few more hours of sleep. I called the airline at 6:30 am, and was told that my bag had been delivered to the hotel the previous night at 10:30. So I called the front desk, that hadn’t seen my bag. So I called the airline back, and they said, yes, your bag was delivered to the Holiday Inn on the (name of wrong street) to Penny Cook.
That’s right, they delivered my bag to the wrong hotel and the wrong person.
“Oh, your room isn’t under Penny Cook?” They asked.
That was pretty incredulous. Luckily, the other hotel was nearby, so I told them I would go pick up the darn bag. Well, because of the marathon, the street in front of my hotel was closed, meaning I had to walk about a half mile to the other hotel to get my bag.
Grrrr. They are getting one angry letter from me this week!
But after my bag was returned to me, the vacation became quite enjoyable. I went to watch JB’s band play… Basically, they had bands along the marathon route, and JB’s band was at mile 13. I had been asked to bring two coffees and water with me.
I later discovered that the closest I could park to their stage was about a 30 minute walk, so I got to make that walk with full hot coffees in each hand and a gallon of water in my backpack. So along with the runners, I definitely felt like I was getting a workout.
Of course, by the time I arrived at their stage, they had plenty of water that had been delivered by race officials, and it was ‘too hot’ to be drinking coffee.
As for the marathon, I really admire anyone that can run that distance. I’ve done numerous 5Ks, and I honestly think that is about as far as I would really like to run. The people that really amazed me were the three people that ran the marathon barefoot. Is that not insane?!
After they finished playing, we went back to the hotel and took a nap. JB and I then went and played in the ocean a bit. He thought I was quite the dork for wearing my swim goggles, but I was the one snickering when he later started complaining of his eyes stinging! That night, we went to see the concert for the marathon runners, which was the band Live. The rest of the band happened to be really avid Live fans, and had arrived at the ampitheater when the doors opened at 5:30 pm. JB and I strolled in at 8:30, and discovered that they had saved us seats — front and center, baby!
After the concert, JB and I went to meet up with my cousin, John. John is 9 months older than me, and is currently in grad school in San Diego. He lives in a house 5 blocks from the beach with 3 roommates (and former fraternity brothers). John and his roommates took us to his favorite bar, which was a little hole in the wall. We played the world’s most pathetic game of pool (which was abandoned because we kept scratching), the guys played darts, and I had a blast catching up with my cousin, whom I hadn’t seen in 7 years.
On Monday, we did a bit of boogie boarding, and then had an incredible dinner at a fancy restaurant with a view of the beach. That night, we headed to the Gas Lamp district to check out a few bars, and discovered quite a party scene on a Monday night. Do people in San Diego really work?!
Tuesday, we met up with a friend of JB’s from college for lunch, and then rented beach cruisers. I felt like I was truly immersing myself in the local culture as we cruised up and down the boardwalk. We parked the bikes, rode a cute wooden rollercoaster, and then did a bit of body surfing and napping on the beach.
So, now I’m back, a bit tanned (and parts of me a bit burned), happy, and tired… I seem to notice this pattern with our vacations!
The food theme for this vacation was Mexican. We ate fish tacos, fish burritos, shrimp burritos, lobster enchiladas — if it was Mexican with seafood, we ate it! And yum! I’m sure I’ll have to do a bit of extra time at the gym this week to undo the damage from all of that great food.
There you have the download on our beach vacation. Now, let me see if I remember how to do this thing they call ‘work’.