It’s really not a vacation if we don’t center then entire thing around food and drink. Ross is a well-documented beer nerd (and the Homebrewer’s Conference is what took us out there in the first place) and we had a LOOOONNNNNNNG list of breweries to hit. Before we crammed in as many as humanly possible, we made time for a belated birthday wish…
Yep. That’s right. Ross wanted to skydive. Good for him, really. I had no interest. I like my feet firmly on the ground, and those of you who know me know what a challenge that can be, even on the best of days. His appointment was at 3pm, so we had the morning free to do as we pleased, so we did what we do best- eat.
Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the remainder of the food bonanza that will be San Diego Part Two. I just need a bit of a lipstick break, ya know? I may or may not use vacation as an excuse to buy myself a few treats. In what can only be described as a convergence of the makeup universe, our hotel was a 4 min walk to an amazing mall that housed a gigantic Sephora and a standalone MAC store- both of which are 1+ hour drives from my house. A 4 minute walk? Had to be done. Multiple times.
Ultimately, I used restraint and only purchased things I’d really had my eye on. Otherwise, I would have had to sell an organ or take out a second mortgage because I would have run through both stores ‘Supermarket Sweep’ style (anyone else think that should HAPPEN? Imagine- a game show where we could fill our baskets with all the pretty things, even with one minute? The carnage.)
Prepare yourselves for all the photos. And all the food. And all the photos. You’ve been warned. We ate so much and did so many things, that I’m breaking it up into two posts. If I’m boring myself with the length of this post, I’m sure you’re feeling the same way. Part two will contain more food, and a big bucket list item for Ross… stay tuned.
I’m going gray. There. I said it. The gray hairs have been creeping in slowly and steadily since my 25th birthday or so, and in recent months, I noticed that I was starting to develop a streak right along my natural part. When my hair was long, the grays were more noticeable. I covered them with a generic box dye and didn’t have much issue. When I cut my hair off two years ago, I was suddenly able to go without dying my hair. The grays weren’t nearly as noticeable, and blended in with the variety of color I had in my hair naturally.
When the streak really started making itself known, I knew I was at a crossroads. While I accept and advocate for the concept of aging gracefully, I’m 32 years old. That’s way too young for me to give myself over to going gray completely. So I decided before I started dying my hair brown, and kept it brown forever, I’d have a short stop at blonde.