A Sunday in San Diego

I really enjoy going to San Diego. It's far enough to be considered a treat, but close enough to drive without making the drive a drag. It's also different enough that you feel like you are going on a mini vacation. 

I went to San Diego because I was helping Frances' sister pick out a wedding dress. It was actually a pain free experience because she had already known what dress she wanted to buy, and was just going to purchase it. The dress is beautiful, and she's going to make a beautiful bride.

While we were waiting for Frances' sister to make her purchase, Frances and I started to people watch. I couldn't help watching them as they went through countless dresses, and overhear their conversations. I learned how old their fiancé were, what careers they had, and even a bit about their personality. There was a woman who couldn't decide between two dresses, and I wanted so badly to give her my opinion. 

When it was time to leave, I felt a little ripped off. The woman still hadn't decide between the two dresses, and I was never going to find out. It's like never finding out the ending of a story. I guess I will just always wonder, but in my mind, she picked the dress that I thought was perfect on her.

Dinner began as an ordeal. We waited over an hour to just get seated, and almost another hour to get our meal. We became extremely grumpy, and I almost didn't enjoy my sushi. (Oh sushi, how did I think I could ever give you up?) 

The waiter was really nice though. Even though we ordered the wrong thing, he corrected it for us, and apologized.

The biggest surprise was when we realized how much was our bill. Frances' sister (Thanks Anh!) was the first to hand her credit card while the rest of us was trying to whip it out. The server walked away laughing with her card. It was strange. 

The bill turned out to only be $13 dollars. We thought it was a mistake... maybe it wasn't our check... maybe they split it up... maybe they forgot to charge us? We were perplexed. How is that even possible? We ate 7 rolls.

While examining the original bill, we realized that he comped 4 of the rolls, and we were only paying for the cheapest rolls. The original bill was almost $40. 

These kind of things never happen to me. I never get free food, and cool things rarely happen to me. I'm kind of used to getting screwed over, so this was a delightful surprise. I think it maybe be one of my favorite meals ever. I still can't believe we only paid $13. It must of been because of our sparkling personality, and our undeniable cuteness. Yeah, that's definitely it. (Or not.)