“It’s supposed to snow on Sunday.”
That’s what Cent told me on Friday morning after I had arrived in San Diego for Charlene and Ron’s wedding. Which, at the time, was really difficult to fathom as I looked out at a Palm tree, leaves blowing in the wind on a mild January day. I knew the possible consequences of his weather report: I could get stuck in San Diego. Now, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, but I also had to get back to Dallas.
Well, the weather didn’t cancel my flight last night (thankfully, not so lucky for those headed to Atlanta), but I did get stopped. At security. Me and TSA, we’re like BFFs, because somehow, about every fourth time I fly, my bag has to get searched. It wasn’t Mac & Cheese or batteries this time, but my gear. Fortunately, the TSA agent was a bit of a camera geek, and said, “I’ll try not to drool over your equipment,” his words, not mine. And while I was nervous to let him handle my camera gear (he told me I couldn’t touch anything until he was done examining), I instructed him on what to move before he broke anything. There could have been a TSA throwdown…just sayin’.
I got to spend Sunday in San Diego with my dear friend, Hana. She took me to this delicious French Bistro called Café Bleu. Their jam, YUM!