Last weekend we went to San Diego under the pretense of attending a wedding. In reality, we went for two things: spending time with my college roommie and going to the beach.
First, we stayed with the lovely Rachel and her family. We hadn't seen each other in about 12 years. "How is it possible we both still look like Freshman!" we cried. Curly got an eye-opening account of what his sweet, delicate wife was like in college. Apparently the impression I gave him that I just "studied all the time" was not entirely accurate. However, I still maintain my innocence in the Great Mooning of 1998.The second reason we spent 2 days travelling for 2 days in San Diego was the beach. After the wedding, we had about 45 minutes before the reception started. So Curly and I hopped in our green Kia Soul and went to La Jolla cove. It was overcast, but oh so fun. In case you're wondering, only Curly went in.
On Monday morning, we gave ourselves ample time to get to the airport. Nearly 4 hours. We did this because our drive from LA to San Diego was 4 hours on the previous Friday. So when it only took us two hours to get to LA, what did we do with ourselves? We went to the beach. This time it was sunny and we were with Curly's siblings. The picture is of Curly and Ryan bodysurfing.
Ah, I love the beach and the beach loves me. I pretty much decided that we're moving to California. The beaches are awesome and the tacos are delicious. However, there is the pesky problem of not having a job or a place to live or a real reason to move other than I love the beach. And tacos. Oh, and Rachel.