I was supposed to leave San Diego, but I decided to stick it out while the hotel and sunshine were no charge.
We dined at PF Chang's, and while my pals ran off to make their last afternoon of confering, I stuck around the most glorious mall I have ever experienced. It was so glorious it hurt. Really. I had to leave before I even ventured on to the second floor.
Meredith got out early and we hit the hot tub.
Mere looks good in my bikini.
Then we got ready for a final night on the town.
Check me out, I made that scarf.
Trying not to commense his I-look-like-I'm-stoned-but-I'm-not face.
It was a long week of banking snafus.
It's a California thing.
Dinner at Seaport Village. I am still dreaming about the goat cheese salad.
We call this dessert, OH!
Making friends with the art.
After consulting the fanny pack of our concierge friend Edward (?) we ended up at Dave and Buster's.
A healthy dose of skeeball.
It's like a Chuck E. Cheese for adults.
Sadly, no air hockey.
But to redeem itself, they had DDR.
And then we were thirsty, so we sat at the bar near our bartender Trevor. YAY TREVOR!