birthday weekend, round 2
March 3, 2010
In place of any sort of birthday party, I planned a weekend in my favorite city with a few girls. Ree had a company trip that would have cut the weekend in half so we planned it a week later than my birthday and four girls hit the freeway last Friday afternoon. Destination: Ocean Beach.
With the first night came the discovery of the Russian Lineup. This became a theme. Late night Irish pub shenanigans and live reggae music and more laughter than should be physically possible preceded the pick up of a pizza that we munched in our tiny hotel beds before calling it a night at o’late thirty.
We stayed at the Ocean Beach Ho, apparently. She was warm and welcoming.
Leave it to me to want to celebrate at the beach in February. This is the hotel courtyard. I guess you could say the Ocean Beach Ho was pretty wet.
The cold, damp gray might not have worked for some. I absolutely loved it.
You could say the amazing pizza & brew place was celebrating 25 years in business though I’m not convinced it wasn’t for me. (omg, apricot Hef.)
For day two there was patio breakfast, hotel lounging, much speculating on the tsunami headed over from Chile, as we were ON the ocean (the third morning saw seaweed in the residential streets), a very loud and very early surf competition we could watch from our balcony, delicious taquitos, and plenty more Irish pub shenans at Gallagher’s, where every night should end.
My girl, Kristine
My ninja, Ree
My Ma, strangling her BFF
On day three, we packed up and walked to a small cafe for brunch where there was quite possibly the best bad food ever and fresh squeezed strawberry juice in champagne. If I don’t get my hands on another one of those huge ‘man-mosas’ (grrr) in the next month, I’ll have someone’s head.
My girls are fucking iiiiincredible, yo.
-CJ
