4 Days in San Diego - Sigh - Let's go ahead and call it "this years" San Diego trip

A belated post about a little vaca I took to San Diego last week. Well, almost last week. My good chum Heidi and myself found some ridiculously "do not pass this up fools!" round trip tickets to San Diego a few weeks ago for $140 round trip respectively (compliments of Southwest). That awesomeness coupled with a free place to stay near La Jolla and a 4-day Labor Day weekend preeeeeetty much solidified that much needed, but "sure feeling it now", vacation. Sold. Done. Purchased. We left last Saturday morning, and returned last Tuesday.

In between there was much beaching, and also some beaching, and we also went to the beach. Those activities were interspursed with eating, and then some more beaching... and a little shopping. Yes. I have just described the ultmate chick vacation and oh my, I love chick vacations. There was only ONE little draw back - turns out Grad school is a lot harder (and MUCH more demanding) than my undergrad. That, and I'm still in the "done at 5, do what I want on the weekends" mentality instead of "oh gee sorry awesome friends and cool ideas, I can't participate in that sweetness because I have frakking homework and reading and an MPA to acquire" mentality. Psh. Stupid transition. Regrets? Me? Well... we'll see when it's all said and done. I would like you to know that I DID read my textbooks on the beach and subsequently submitted an assignment from a Barnes and Noble WiFi connection (of course we hung out in Barnes and Noble on vacation... you act like that's weird) late Monday night. Sigh. Homeworking and not being able to read a novel on the beach were the only "kinks" in the relaxing San Diego Vaca 2009. I add 2009 in the hopes it will start a pattern... an annual pattern. Mmmm, annual patterns. Oh, the other unpleasentness was the $&^%*@ truck driving flooosey girl who pulled many a ridiculous traffic antic that ended in some very unlady-like but completely justified hand (finger) singals from both Heidi and I (on Sunday no less. Gasp! Worse!). Listen all states but Utah; "everyone" knows that Utah is always complain central for driving. Apparently we (cough, Utah county) fail at driving. But I might happily add California on the list after THOSE 4 days of cruising around the 5, the 163, and the 15. It was like a bunch of escaped monkeys were driving cars! Bleachy haired leather skinned truck driving escaped monkeys at that! Grumble...

But lets not talk about San Diego coupled with homeworks and idiot monkey drivers... but rather...

And

Might I just say? Next San Diego trip, I shall spend at Coronado the. entire. time. Seriously. Beach cruised on some beach cruisers (logically) around the island. Picturesque all-American diners complete with the world's greatest oreo shake, and a non-crowded, sandy beach for the basking, romping in the waves, and body surfing.

And naturally...

Speaking of body surfing. I had been doing said activity for about 30 minutes and as any of you body surfers (or attempters) might know, there's much of being tossed about by waves and laying on your stomach on the board. Well... I had a little strapless swim suit that day and though I had secured the "removeable" halter strap as a precaution, one or two beach goers may or may not have gotten a bit of a show from me at one point. Whoopsy! One of the ladies may have slipped a little more than half-way out the top of my suit. Even little mosquito bites are a bit scandelous when exposed. Te he he... blush blush.
So... this might be a good time to post THIS picture... and prove I really am a good "covered" girl! Ima good gurl I am!Alas, though I love my SLC and adore my Utah, I think I could find a place in my soul reserved for San Diego always. Or at least... annuallly. Cheers to San Diego Vaca 2010 and hopefully, a little more discretion when it comes to the homeworking (mumble, stupid, mumble, crappy, %&*#^, grad school...), and the body-surfing swim suit choice. Ahem...