This weekend rocked. Last Thursday, my friend Noelle asked what I was doing for Labor Day weekend. I said that I didn't really have plans, and a few minutes later it was decided that I would come down to San Diego for a visit. It's eight hours away by car, but since I used to go to school down there (it's where Noelle and I became friends) I'm used to the long drive and it doesn't really faze me.
I left after work on Friday and was in Carlsbad (slightly north of San Diego) at Noelle's slightly before midnight. We chatted a bit (we haven't seen each other since last Labor Day weekend) and then crashed. On Saturday, we woke up and went for a nice long walk and then set our sights on the beach. We lazed around in the sun for a few hours, and spent quite a bit of time swimming out in the ocean, which was warmer than usual. The waves were pretty big, which is always fun — do you try and jump over the wave or do you duck under? I love the ocean. I stayed relatively sunburn free, although there were a few places that I missed with the sunblock that stung a little. After the beach we went and saw the movie Traitor (which was pretty good but not spectacular) and went out to dinner.
In the middle of the night, around 2:15, something outside went MMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I flew out of bed, wondering A) WHAT IS THAT? B) Is that a tidal wave warning system? C) Why aren't the neighbors awake? D) Aren't we a little high in elevation for tidal waves? E) Good Lord can that please stop? F) I wonder how far I could swim G) Is this the end of the world?
I woke up Noelle and since we couldn't determine what the loud buzzing was, we called the police. They said they'd send a squad car out. We decided to go out and investigate anyway. Turns out that for some reason a car's horn randomly started blaring down the street. It was so much louder than any car horn I've ever heard, and it didn't let up. The cop finally arrived and helped unhook the battery. I went to bed thanking God that it wasn't a tsunami.
On Sunday, we met Steve Betz and the Beloved for brunch at this nice little place in Solano Beach. My first Vox meet-up was so fun! Steve and the Beloved were just as awesome as I assumed they would be. Steve didn't drool or anything! We talked like we'd known each other for years (well, I have been neighbors with Steve for almost two years). I'm glad we were able to get together, and hope to do it again soon!
Sunday afternoon was LAZY. Noelle went to meet a friend she hadn't seen in years so I took a nap on her couch and watched some HGTV and hurricane coverage. I read the paper and a few back issues of Star magazine (can Heidi and Spencer Just Go Away?). Noelle came home and we had dinner and then watched National Treasure.
Sunday morning we babysat for a neighbor's young son. We took him to the pool and lazed around there for a bit until I decided it was in my best interests to get back on the road. Nine hours later (STUPID traffic! I love randomly slamming on my brakes for no reason in the middle of nowhere with hundreds of other cars), I made it home. I'll be making the drive again in the beginning of October when I'm meeting Julia down in SoCal for a wedding. Looking forward to that trip too!
You didn't tell us about the mid-sleep wake up horn — oof! I would have napped the rest of the day away too.
Oh — and weird — we watched "National Treasure 2" that night.
Man, that Steve Betz really gets around! :)It sounds like an awesome weekend.Of course when you get down to it any weekend in SD is an awesome weekend though. To me at least, but I'm from there so I'm a little biased.
Glad it was a good weekend, and hey, if you're ever down in these parts again, and want to make it a bigger Vox party, please feel free to invite me :)
Lovely recap. It was fun, huh??