I got a call last Thursday from my brother, Dennis, asking how the weather was in Rancho. Seeing as how he NEVER calls me, I knew something was up. Turns out he and his wife Julie won a trip from work that landed them in San Diego for the weekend. On Saturday, we got to spend some time with them on Coronado Island, near San Diego.
The weather was fabulous!
After setting up camp, the boys headed off to the water for some boogie boarding. Too bad the water was FrEeZiNg! The wimps almost didn't go in until a certain someone pestered them about their manhood.
Dennis was looking pretty tan compared to Luis.
If you noticed my legs in the pictures above, you'll see I've pretty much given up on tanning.
Next, for some light amusement, we buried Dennis and Julie took out some pent-up rage. We may need to schedule some marriage counseling.
I love that Dennis' head in just hangin' out in the background.
Next to our plot on the beach, we noticed a man tirelessly working on this sand castle. He said it took him about 6 or 7 hours. (Someone has a little too much time on his hands.) The man did leave buckets all around where we could put our donations. I just took my picture and left.
We had only planned to play at the beach and go, but then Den's work invited us to dinner. I wasn't quite prepared, but luckily Julie helped me find an appropriate wardrobe accessory.
At the fancy shmancy restaurant Den's company took us to, Julie ordered veal. She ended up with the whole left flank.
Halfway through dinner, Luis and I had a nice little conversation that went like this:
Luis: Did you ever think that before you met me, you would go to a nice restaurant without doing your hair or makeup?
Me: I DID do my hair.
Luis: Oh... it looks really nice, honey. What I meant was, see how much you've changed?
Me: Are you saying that I'm letting myself go?
Luis: Um...