Trust me folks, mixing ping-pong and alcohol is NOT a good idea. I have a gi-normous bruise on my arm from bumping into a chair chasing after a ping-pong ball. Ouch!<\/p>\n
S + I had a great weekend in San Diego. We arrived past bedtime Friday night, so after a tour of L+G’s new home and a bit of chit chat, we called it a night. (Are we getting old or what?)<\/p>\n
Saturday morning, once troops were fed and caffeinated, we headed out to Ocean Beach to watch KJ’s soccer game. Her team, the Vixens, lost…but we got to see her play goalie! ;o) We then visited Point Loma Seafood<\/a> for yummy fish sandwiches. A definite must visit when you’re in San Diego. During lunch, G got a call from one of her clients saying that they had run out of beer. How does a hotel run out of beer? Even now, I can’t think of a reason. But am glad they did run out because we got a brief tour of the Anheuser-Busch warehouse off the 5 so that G could pick up the small delivery. It’s a true city of beer with it’s own keg room. After delivering the goods, we picked up KJ and headed to Viejas. I forewent the gambling and headed to the outlets across the street with everyone except Sylvain, who headed straight to the poker room.<\/p>\n We all left Viejas a few dollars short – either from shopping or gambling.<\/p>\n