sahn-di-ahhh-go

I guess I know I've achieved full vacation success when I don't want to come home, not even a little bit, and then once I do, I spend a good 20 minutes staring at a blinking cursor and a blank screen trying to figure out how in the hell to even find five measly words or so to begin telling you about this trip.

Somehow, though, I pulled myself together and organized the entire shebang into a series of stories (containing a series of shenanigans) that you'll be treated to over the next few days. You will hear tales of karaoke, and dancing with NSYNC-crooning lesbians. You will learn of the continued adventures of Elizabeth The Ball Buster and also the wonders of the San Diego County State Fair, including the hunt for the legendary pineapple whip. You will find that I will take pictures of most anything I eat, even if I forget until I've almost completely ravaged the plate and have to rearrange items to make the food look mildly palatable. There will be whiskey shots and brunch and fro-yo and sushi (and fro-yo and sushi), beer and beaches (and beer and beaches) and just an absolutely unholy amount of other various and sundry varieties of TROUBLE.

Oh, y'all.

I think that's about all I got in me tonight. Just that. OH, Y'ALL.


cheers,
elizabeth