You know what’s fun about San Diego? Everyone is so chill and laid back about EVERYTHING – nobody has an agenda – and it seems like NOBODY works. Everybody is friendly and knows each other and brings their mutt dogs to restaurants.
Do you know what drives me crazy about San Diego? All of the above. (minus the dog part)
Where are my fellow Type A-ers? I know y’all are cringing at the thought of waking up in the morning without a plan, only to end up at a 4-hour breakfast, with 10 (ends up being 20) friends and leaving with a stray dog the restaurant owner found the night before. (Not me. SDFriend took it.)
But yeah, that’s exactly what happened this January 1. To be honest, I was too beer-soggy to care about where I left my OCD. I just wanted some food, some coffee, and.. oh! mimosas? ok, I’ll have one of those too.
The night before was a success, if you forget about the “Trail of Tears”, which BHibs so lovingly coined our walk home from the bar. I dropped my phone about 49 times and complained about my feet the entire way. Oh wells, the price we pay for beauty(/drunkness)…
And then B flew back to Cali from Ohio. Good start to the year, I say.
Do y’all NEED an agenda? A to-do list? A plan? Type A shout out! I deemed this weekend our “relax and do nothing weekend” but somehow there’s already a fully-compiled list of things I plan to do saved on my phone? Woopsies.