When my alarm went off this morning I was pretty bummed that I wasn't in a hotel room with Sami and her mom (Mama Shenanigans), but at least I have 4,032 pictures to look at and a bunch of stories to remember. Don't worry, I'm not planning on posting every single picture, relax. I'll only post about 80% of them. YOU'RE WELCOME.
Since my family and most of my in person friends don't know about my blog, Sami is now known as "oh, just a friend from school." So on Saturday I packed my bag and made the 6 1/2 hour drive down 8 different freeways to meet "oh, just a friend from school" for the first time! I was a tiny bit nervous, because like I said to Jacey, what if we didn't know how to talk to each other out loud without using emojis?? Guess what, we figured it out, and it was SO much fun! We even had coordinating outfits (that's how you know it's meant to be). You guys, I got to hang out with the shenanigan queen. Does it get any better???
Friday night we drank beer (fine, Sami drank beer and I drank margaritas in a can because I'm a wimp) in the hotel and then went to dinner in old town San Diego. Apparently we went to the most popular Mexican restaurant ever because it was insanely busy. And what are you supposed to do when you have a 50 minute wait for dinner? The bar. Obviously.
I feel a little bad for Mama Shenanigans because we had to take pictures of everything. You guys know how that is. Drinks! Chips! Quesadillas! The ceiling! The mariachi band! Another picture of the drinks! Us! Us! Us! US! It was a constant string of, "Oh wait, can you retake that picture of us? I don't like the way my arm/chin/hair/left earlobe looks. THANKS!" She also had to endure really boring (to her) conversations about blogging. Sorrynotsorry.
Since we had such a long wait for a table we accidentally filled up on drinks/chips/an appetizer and didn't actually have real dinner. Whoops. But we did have flan. Then we went back to the hotel and took elevator pictures and didn't even care that there were strangers in there with us.
Naturally after we got back to the hotel I drank more margaritas-from-a-can because I'm just the classiest person ever, obviously, and then we went and met Tiffany from Polka Dotted Cats and got our party on. Tiffany texted and said "We're on our way!" and I secretly hoped that the "we" she was referring to was her cat JMeoww, but I was wrong.. It brought her sister, which was probably a better idea since I bet JMeoww wouldn't have liked Bud Light as much as Tiffany's sister, Brittany.
It was SO. MUCH. FUN. Sorry, I'm totally overusing that phrase but I can't help it. You guys, there were probably 3.5 million people out in the gaslamp district in San Diego on Saturday night (maybe I'm exaggerating and maybe I'm not. You'll never know) and I felt totally overdressed. And by that I mean most of the girls were wearing teeny tiny itty bitty outfits with 8 inch heels and I was wearing a maxi dress with a denim jacket and sandals.
|Totally could have fallen to my death when I jumped up on next to that lamp.|
It was hot and muggy and crowded and I ended up carrying my jacket most of the night, and I'm still proud that I didn't leave it anywhere. And do you know what I hate? Cover charges. You know what else I hate? Crowds. You know what else I hate? When a bar has only two bartenders working on a holiday weekend. But we still managed to drink vodka cranberries, fireball,
battery acid cheap kamikaze shots, and beer. I DRANK BEER. And even though it was crowded and hot and nuts the four of us had a great time! Really, I could hang out with those three girls again and again and not get bored. Tiff, thanks so much for coming!! I love meeting you and your sister, like a lot.
The four of us talked to a bunch of people and made up names and hometowns (Sami didn't at first but finally she caught on) and Brittany and I are now unofficial cousins who come from Canada, and somehow we're related to Tiffany and Sami, too. If you want people to believe you're related all you have to do is just start talking over each other and pointing and saying you're related by marriage and throwing in terms like "second cousin" and "since birth" and "different dads" and people will get confused and walk away.
Sunday was wine tasting in Temecula, and it's probably not surprising that when we woke up Sunday morning alcohol was not what we wanted for breakfast. Actually I'm not sure if Sami felt the same, but I'm assuming she did. We stopped at Burger King for breakfast because you know, it's good to have something in your stomach to soak up the alcohol, and I got some hash brown bites that reminded me of tater tots and you better believe I stuck them in my purse and pulled them out randomly throughout the morning a la Napoleon Dynamite.
After a few sips of wine and some tots my hangover receded and I was able to enjoy myself and take a billion pictures of Temecula. You guys, I had no idea Temecula is so beautiful! I'm a sucker for beautiful skylines and homagah I saw so many.
It was amazing. And even though it was hot as balls (remember the resting temperature of testicles is about 96 degrees and I'm pretty sure it was at least that hot outside), there was a lot of shade and air conditioning and when you're with someone as fun as Sami and Mama Shenans you're bound to have a great time no matter what. Plus there was wine, so... hashtag FUN.
We were doing a wine tour so we got to take a shuttle bus to four different wineries. There was a big group on the bus with us, and they were loud and we laughed at them from our seats in the back. We also took a million selfies and sent some golden snapchats (notthatjuliet in case you're wondering). Not having to drive ourselves or wear a seat belt in between wineries was the best thing ever. I loved it! Oh look, here's some more hills and sky.
By the last winery we were pretty loopy, so we planted ourselves at the counter where two pretty attractive men pouring the wine and we sipped and laughed and got a little obnoxious. I tried to flirt and Sami got to see firsthand just how horrible I am at flirting. She said to me why don't you start talking about pie? and apparently I succumb to peer pressure because I said to the wineman with the beautiful facial fur hey do you like pie? And he said YES and he's actually made pie, so I said well have you ever made straw-burry pie? And he said no, what recipe do you use? And I said whichever one pops up first on The Google, and we talked about pie for a while, and Sami laughed and laughed. Then he gave Sami and her mom Mardi Gras beads because we were celebrating their birthdays and I didn't get one and I was pretty mad. Then later he gave some beads to another group so I made him give me some beads too. I'm sure he loved me, I mean, wouldn't you?
I guess when you're wine tasting you're not supposed to ask for ten tastings of the same thing, but I didn't care and I kept asking for more of this delicious mango champagne and our cute winemen kept pouring it for me and I loved them SO MUCH.
Then I had to reference Mean Girls because hello, I was with Sami, so one of the winemen asked her if she wanted more wine or something like that, so I looked at him and said, "So you agree, you think she's really pretty?" And he didn't know what to say and we LAUGHED because of the 14 glasses of wine we'd had.
We also #gotgooglyeyed because well, DUH.
I really can't say enough how much fun it was. Sami's hair is even prettier in person than it is in pictures (I know, I didn't think that was possible either), and she is SO MUCH FUN.
|I didn't hate this.|
|It was probably about 75 times prettier in person.|
After all the wine Sami and I slept in the car while Mama Shenans braved San Diego traffic so we could go take some pictures at the La Jolla beach. Uh, it wasn't ugly. The traffic was ugly, but the beach wasn't. And coming from someone who isn't a huge fan of beaches that's really saying something.
On Sunday I thought to myself a few times how strange it was that I had only technically met Sami the day. It felt like we had been friends for so long! I think that's something that comes with the blogging territory: clicking (literally, har har) with people who live in different states or countries and just knowing that you're meant to be friends. Sami is so genuine and funny and easygoing and just nice! The girl let me borrow her hair dryer, I mean does it get any better?
So now I have a really long list of people I want to meet in person, so could you guys go ahead and plan your vacations to the Golden State and visit me? Either that or I'll have to take two months off of work to be able to go all the places I want to go and see all the people I want to see. My in person friends and my family might start becoming suspicious of all my "oh, just a friend from school" friends I'm going to visit but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.
In conclusion, I want to go back to San Diego. And really quick before you leave here are a few more tidbits.
Instead of trying to make the 6 hour drive home Sunday night, I stopped at my old apartment and got to see Lisa, my old roommate and one of my best friends!
I also got to see my friend Alyssa, who I met when I worked at Disneyland. I love this girl.
And I think that's all.
If you made it to the end I'm really proud of you!
What do you think about meeting bloggers in real life?
And when are you coming to California?
Also, go check out what Kalyn is giving away to celebrate her blog's birthday!