A few days ago Live Longer and I decided to go to San Diego. Prior to booking our flights I sent a quick message to a friend I met at the Del Mar Races a few years ago and asked if she wanted house guests for the weekend. Luckily, she did, so we booked our flights, rented a car and made our way.
We arrived in time for brunch and sent a message to our gracious hostess to let her know. She replied letting us know she was at the restaurant and then sent a disclaimer text, “FYI I’m still drunk from last night and my house is a mess.” I replied, “Cannot wait. This sounds right up our alley.” Approximately twenty minutes later we were at the restaurant and discovered she was, in fact, still pickled from the night prior. We grabbed a few pickled veggies, stuck them in our Bloody Mary glasses and joined her at the table.
She immediately began telling us about her previous evening and then informed us of a near fatal stabbing, that occurred many years ago, involving another person who was with us at the races. Mid-story, a waiter approached the table, handed her something and said, “I think you dropped this.” She looked at it and set it on the table. He quickly took the bag of marijuana, folded his hand around it and said, “You probably want to put this in your purse.”
Twenty minutes in and our host was toasted, we had been made aware of a stabber in the area, and we witnessed a drug deal. Like the website reads, ‘Nothing beats summer in San Diego.’