This weekend was quite crazy. It started Friday night when I had to pick up a schwasted husband from the Gaslamp area of Downtown San Diego after he went to a work-organized event at Petco Park to watch the Dodgers play the Padres. It was a on & off rainy evening, so the rest of the game after the top of the 9th was rained out, but that didn’t keep anyone from going down the blocks in their clubbing finest and doing what people do in downtown areas on a Friday night. It was amusing as I rolled along, seeing the girls in their butt-long tube dressed and 5″ heels walking from club to club in 45°F and wet weather. I felt a strange mix of smug and bad about myself. I eventually got the boy home and didn’t end up going to bed myself until about 0330 in the morning. That sucked. Why?
I had a work meeting at 8am. We have one about once a period and it’s always on a Saturday morning at 8am. We were gypped donuts this time around, though. Talk about disappointing! It lasted about an hour and when I got home, I was faced with whether I was going to return to bed or not. I decided to stay up, get myself some Starbucks and ended up getting some McDonald’s breakfast as well, since that’s what the still-drunk husband requested. After getting back from that errand, I gave my dad a call to see what he and my mom were up to. They had come down from LA on the Amtrak and were staying at the Marriott across the street from Petco Park to see the game on Saturday. I love my parents so I was excited to meet up with them. Which we did, once I coaxed the husband out of his semi-drunk grumpiness.
Let the 14-hours of drinking commence!
It starts with two bottles of wine split between my parents and me at lunch. I was slow on drinking, however, so I had maybe a glass and a half. This is followed by splitting a bottle of wine with my mom at a cigar shop. Next is a round of cocktails at the club/bar that sits on top of the Marriott and after this is when my parents leave our company to head to the game inside the baseball park. The husband and I have another round of drinks followed by a sudden decision to try and get a hotel room nearby for a (relatively) cheap rate. We do, so we make our way to the Marriott connected to the convention center1 and we check in, take some time to enjoy the room and view, and freshen up. To get back to the Gaslamp, we take a pedicab2, which are almost as prevalent as regular cabs are in the area. The rest of the night shall be in bullet format…
- Dinner and one round at a Thai restaurant.
- Three or four rounds at the Marble Room.
- Go back to my parents’ room to give them back their key card, get sunglasses my dad had brought for me, the baseball tickets for Sunday and say goodnight.
- Back to Marble Room for another round.
- One or two rounds at Nicki Rotten’s.
- Rockin Baja for one round.
- Two or three rounds at Blarney Stone.
- Stumble back to hotel and pass the eff out around 0220am.
Yeah. I think I’ve had my official Gaslamp pubcrawl experience now. When we said goodnight to my parents, we made plans to meet up with them for breakfast around 0930 before they headed back to LA on the train around noon. I managed to get and make my way to their hotel, being only a few minutes late, but without the husband. How I did it and not him is beyond me since he’s the one who “doesn’t get hangovers”. The parents and I had breakfast at the ever-so-popular Broken Yolk. My dad had managed to get a table before the line outside really started to form, yay! I had no friggin idea what I was going to choose to eat. All I cared about was drinking down the two waters on my side of the table3. I managed to pick out an omelet with corned beef, tomatoes and cheddar cheese. I had one bite and decided I was better off eating my sourdough toast and fruit. The omelet’s in my fridge now, chillin’ *lol*.
After breakfast, I bid goodbye to my parents and made my drag back to our hotel where I met up with the husband outside the lobby, waiting for our car to be brought up by the valet. We were both hurting, understandably so. We made our way back to our apartment to get our Dodgers gear on, and just sit a while before the game.
How disappointing the game was! At least we won two out of the three game series, but I was mad I got to see the crappy game4. It was great finally being in Petco Park after having lived here for over a year now… It’s a great little baseball park, but it’s no Dodger Stadium. It was the first Military Appreciation Day for the Padres, so they wore their new digital camo jerseys, which aren’t nearly as ugly as the desert camo ones they wore last season. However, at the game I was actually feeling good and not hungover, which was great.
Once we got home after the game, I just kind of went comatose on the recliner, going in and out of consciousness with the TV on.
I think my friends on Facebook & Twitter are thankful my phone was dead all night on Saturday. I’m more disappointed that I didn’t have my camera along… Not that I’m sure I would’ve gotten any good pictures of anything, but maybe I could’ve coaxed a picture together with the husband out of him… Oh well. It was ultimately a great and fun weekend, but there won’t be any repeats in the near future. I can promise you that.
