Easter Vacay in San Diego

 

The only thing that has remained from my Easter celebrations growing up, is my wearing of the "Easter dress." No more baskets, Peeps, church, fingers stained with dye and the scent of vinegar. This Easter, it was about seeing my friend who was in town from Mexico, Megan Jane. She told us to meet her in San Diego and so we did. I never imagined we'd end up at a fancy resort in Carlsbad with $13.00 pots of hot chocolate and $22.00 bottles of sunblock in the gift shop. Awww, the life of luxury. 

 Purple mountains, majesty.

"Where are we exactly?" I asked after meeting her on her bestie's papa's yacht in Coronado, lunching at the golf club, then driving North to the resort. "We're in Carlsbad." "Carlsbad?" I exclaimed, "That's where that old lady was raped and murdered in her retirement home because she left the door open because she said the sea air helped with her arthritis." That's how much true crime TV I watch.

My baby's father looked so fine. I had to ask, "Do you do weddings out of wedlock here?" 

I was going to wear a vintage white se~norita style dress but as we were packing, I tried it on and asked my boyfriend, "Does it look like I'm trying to cross the border in this?" I decided to save it for another day when I wasn't so geographically close to the homeland. I opted for a Betsey Johnson dress my boyfriend bought me recently with my Betsey Johnson shades. Oh yeah, look at the queen of thrift in designer digs. Ok, they were from the outlets, and he owed me a Xmas present. The waist was perfect for my growing stomach, which is starting to frighten me from certain angles. I know I know, its natural blah blah blah. 

 

Popping my pre-natals with a smoothie that cost $6.50 and a 15 minute wait. 

I was taking pics of these birds of paradise when a hummingbird came along. "Sweet serendipity!" I didn't exclaim.Can you see him, he's green? He's a rose sucker, a chuparosa in Spanish.

That's M.J, my b.f.f. and generous sponsor of opulent vacation destinations.

And then, as all good things come to and end, vacation, life, labor pains. Twas time to return home. As we unpacked our non-heavy rolling suitcases from the car, I said to my boyfriend, "Boyfriend, wouldn't the world be a better place if it were just palms and pools all the time? No crime, no drugs?" He responded, "Yeah, but there would probably be more drugs."

FIN