When you get older, leave your ordinary life behind and hit the open road.
I’m trying to get used to the fact that I’m officially in my 30s: married, working, domesticated and totally reliable. We have a good life in Cow Town and we have stable jobs. After a few bumps in the road, I am happy to be working as a journalist.
So when May rolled around and we stared at the reality of turning a year older, we decided to celebrate with a couple of weekend getaways.
In fact, it took us two weekends and 1,000+ miles on my hubby’s Corolla to celebrate our birthdays in May.
At the beginning of the month, we took advantage of my 3-day weekend (a prelude to my 10-day work week in the newsroom) and drove to Lake Tahoe. We left the chains behind and looked forward to hiking on the cliffs next to the lake, all under sunny skies.
Instead, we ended up bundling up by the fireplace and staring at a snowstorm in May. Overall, it was a relaxing weekend, reading inside our favorite South shore cafe and finishing off a bottle of Boger wine. Since the crowds left for the end of the ski season, we also enjoyed a nearly-smoke free casino at Montbleu.
When my 4-day weekend rolled around, we drove down I-5 to spend time with family and friends.
I savored all the palm trees, sunny skies and beautiful beaches in San Diego. I also made the mistake of challenging one of my cousins (who is twice my height and carried almost twice my weight) to shots. It was a bad idea.
As I nursed a hangover the next day, we crossed the border into Mexico.
After an hour of driving along Highway 1d, we enjoyed fresh fish with an ocean view in Ensenada.
I survived my 10-day work week with dreams of chilling on a beach and staring at the Pacific in Mexico. It’s was lovely that my hubby helped make this dream come true.
I can’t wait to visit Ensenada again.
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My birthday gift from my hubby: Flight of the Conchord tickets. Joy!
Last night, we sat in the same seats I had for graduation at the Greek Theater and watch the New Zealand duo rock my world. Sure, most concerts at the Greek are about the music. Last night, it was all about entertaining the Cal crowd.
Susan and Tom introduced us to this band via their self-titled HBO series. I remember listening to the soundtrack as we drove home from Vegas a few years ago. Either way, they were funny and I enjoyed their homages to all genres of music; from 70s space rock ala David Bowie to boomin’ raaga beats for the dance floor.
After opening up their show with “The Humans are Dead,” Bret and Jermaine tangled with classic tunes like “Beautiful Girl” and “Too Many Dicks (on the Dance Floor).” They also hit up some new tunes as well.
My favorite part of the evening: an encore with “Business Time.” You know what it means when Jermaine’s down to his socks….it’s Business Time. Ah yeah.
COVINA,CA – Move over, Rachel Ray and forget about $40-a-day.
My hubby and I enjoyed fresh fish, beer and beautiful beach views in Ensenada for $20.
God bless the 12 pesos-1 dollar exchange rate.
As part of my birthday weekend, I wanted to make this picture a reality: watching the waves crash as I enjoyed fresh fish on a Mexican beach.
On Sunday, we crossed the border, drove past Tijuana and followed Highway 1D to Ensenada. As I fought my hangover from the Salty Frog in Imperial Beach, I focused on the deep blue Pacific Ocean hugging the coast.
Once in Ensenada, we avoided the aggressive waiters in the so-called tourist zone and stumbled on Playa Hemosa. Only a few couples and families dotted the sand.
We settled on a small tent next to the beach that served ceviches and tostadas. I stumbled on my ceviche order. Mark used two years of high school Spanish classes and successfully ordered his Ceviche de Marlin.
It was a beautiful, simple foodie experience.
After our day trip to Baja California, I was ready to be 32-years-old.
The last episode reminded me of my college radio DJ days at Cal with a new track by Apples in Stereo, “Dance Floor.” Solid, glitchy riffs paired with sweet lyrics add up to a dance party in my little Corolla.
Last month, Scott and Catalina introduced us to Frisbee Golf. We played part of a round at Lagoon Valley in Vacaville.
It’s a relaxing, challenging game of skill and chance. Mother Nature was another player on the green by blowing strong wind gusts into the mix.
Like the game of golf, players attempt to fling their frisbees into a caged “hole”. In addition to trying gain enough air and distance on my disc fling, I’m also trying to aim the disc at the hole standing about 350-400 yards away.