My party was crashed.
It wasn’t much of a party, in the way of size. Tom, the kids and I, plus our buddies, Rick & Joyce. We were grilling a roast, enjoying a few leaded lemonades, playing Wii bowling. What more could you ask for on a beautiful Saturday evening?
Knock, knock, knock!
Seriously, who is that? Who are they?
Please. If these 2 people come a knockin, you might want to batten down the hatches. I had never seen them before in my life, but they came prepared to party. Tom, apparently, knew them in passing.
Mrs Bickerson
Features:
Tight perm
Large hooters
Tendencies:
• Offers to show you her new breasts within 1 hour of meeting you.
• Brings her own wine & glass, but will guzzle 8 shots of your finest Crown Royal.
• Swears like a sailor.
• Pulls you into her fights by asking, What would you do if I fell down drunk?
• Wants to borrow your swimsuit and jacuzzi at 11pm.
Mr. Bickerson
Features:
Large, white handlebar moustache
Tendencies:
• Ready to party with his own cooler, beer, mug, and bloody mary mix.
• Pushes Mrs. Bickerson’s buttons, causing her to swear like a sailor.
• Shoots a mean game of pool.
I don’t know how they ended up at our house, but when our friends, Rick & Joyce, left around 10pm, we wanted to go with them!
Mr. Bickerson’s level head prevailed, and he drug his wife and his cooler out of here before I had to forfeit my swimwear.
• What do you say when a woman offers to show you her boobs?
• Have you ever loaned your swimsuit to a stranger?
• Have you partied with the Bickersons?
Just over a week ago, Tom and I took the kids on vacation to San Diego. It’s a 5 hour drive for us, which makes it a pretty convenient vacation destination. A friend of ours recommended the Pacific Terrace Hotel, right on the beach.
See how the beds are placed inside a planter box? I will not go into the details of how many times we injured ourselves on those wooden bases.
We didn’t reserve a view room, but ended up getting a little slice of the ocean.
Have you noticed check-in times are getting later and later? We arrived right at our check-in time… 4:00 p.m. After bringing our bags up to our room, checking out the view, choosing beds, perusing the bathroom, we headed down to the beach.
Natalie was afraid of falling in, but Tom and Pearl ventured out to get their toes wet.
(See the surfer standing up on his board?)
The funny thing about that picture is that we never saw any surfers standing. Sure thing – I snapped one when I wasn’t paying attention!
Right down the beach from us was the Crystal Pier. Their waiting list is 8 months long.
In the evenings, they close the gated entry to this pier so only the cottage guests have access to it.
On our way to dinner, I snapped a bunch of photos. Here are 2 that I thought came out nice.
That overcast sky would trick me into not applying sun screen the next day. I should have known better. Good thing the kids slathered up.
Pacific Beach Shore Club was the perfect place to enjoy dinner! Beers and a Giant Lobster Quesadilla for Mom & Dad, Fish & Chips for Natalie, and Chip & Spicy Salsa for Pearl.
After dinner, we walked back to our hotel, and settled down for the evening. Tomorrow would be a busy day!
Here are ten weird, random things, facts, habits, or goals about myself.
1. I like to replace the noun in a song with the word cat. Here are a few of my favorite cat albums.
2. My favorite coffee mug is from The Old Mill in Westminster, MA.
3. My two favorite t.v.channels are Food Network and HGTV.
4. The only Playgirl magazine I’ve ever seen was in 1986. Yes, I was disappointed Ray *Boom Boom* Mancini only showed his ass.
5. The inspiration for the colors of our urinal bathroom came from this painting in our bar.
6. These are my favorite stuffed animals from my childhood. My parents bought them at Edy’s Restaurant in Berkeley, Ca. I just found out the restaurant closed in the 80’s and was replaced with an Eddie Bauer.
7. I’m a 3rd generation Coke drinker.
8. I had my picture taken with Dennis Eckersley, retired relief pitcher for the Oakland A’s. For the life of me, I can’t locate which box it’s in (see 9 below).
9. I haven’t unpacked all of my boxes from when I moved in with Tom 5 years ago.
10. My sister used to call me peanut-butt. (You’d have to ask her why. I don’t know.)
