didnt you just do that?
thats what all the men in our familia had to say when we told them there was another girls trip in the works. but it was brooke's fiftieth so we had a good excuse. megan, my mom and i arrived at the san diego airport beaming from ear to ear because of a little thing called THE SUN. we havent seen it quite some time......
brooke, shanna and mom picked us up from the airport and after gorging ourselves at fins we headed downtown to 'pend the nite. this was our postcard view from the hotel room.
after settling in, we went over to old town and chowed down (yup, more eating) on serious mexican food.
eating an eeeeeee-churro. (thats how my dad pronounces the mariners' japanese outfielder's name, ichiro suzuki. and it always makes me want to eat a churro.)
there is a brand new mormon battalion visitor's center in old town and it is fantastic. you can look up ancestors and see their rank and other facts. this is LOT SMITH, craig's ancestor. he was the youngest member of the mormon battalion and looks just like craig! we were all laughing.
later that nite, we crammed into bed and played with brooke's new toy and watched multiple episodes of hoarders.
the next morning, we got all dolled up for a day of shopping.
a feminine man walking around fashion valley carried these little poodles in his purse.
after shopping, we went back to brooke's house and handed out our swag. these are the bags i made everyone.
basically our family's motto.
speaking of bags...... to make a VERY long and painful story short (not to mention cryptic) i found this bag in brooke's closet and let's just put it this way, it came to rescue. big time. thank you, bloody burberry bag.
the next day, we headed up to orange county. this was at pf changs in fashion island. there may have been a few gorgeous male waiters that were happy when this table full of gawking old biddies left.
my mom, me and megan.
mom, brooke and shanna.
the four sisters. right after we had been RUDE-ly kicked out of neiman marcus. i was in the middle of changing when all the lights went out. no warning announcement or anything. i hate that store.
my mom and me.
the girls.
the damage.
leaving san diego after another wonderful girls trip. there may have been some major bumps (and i am not talking about the one on my stomach) but like always, we pull it out and turn everything into a party. a low energy party, of course.