Has it been asked to leave yet?

If there's one thing I hate it those who don't know when to fucking leave, and this cold/flu/plague falls into that category, along with George Bush, the mullet and American Idol, already! This plague's approval rating is hovering down there just above Dub-ya but somehow causing a lot less pain and suffering, just enough to make me miserable.

But enough about coughing up brown shit (not green, BROWN. Where the hell did THAT come from?)---and brown shit in general (Senior Prez) for that matter. Guess what I did? I uploaded the photos from The Roommate's Very Excellent Birthday in San Diego with a side trip to South of the Border*!

I may have mentioned that the Roommate was under the impression that it was going to be a very small birthday celebration in San Diego, but boy, was he wrong...because he was greeted at the airport by this gangly bunch (it was 6 am, after all). And the surprises were only just beginning! Once on the plane and in flight I let the flight attendant know it was the Roommate's birthday so we got a round of free drinks (yea!) and then when I went to the washroom the same attendant asked the birthday boy's name because she was going to lead the entire plane in a sing along to "Happy Birthday", which was fun. Then the pilot got on the PA and announced "Flight attendants, prepaire for landing....happy birthday [Roommate]". Everyone had pleasant salutations.
Once safely delivered to our hotel I informed the Roommate that there were other surprises in store for him. One, that his friend Vicki was already in town and two, that she had arranged for a boat cruise around the bay for us all! I must admit the Roommate got a bit choaked up.

Once the boating was out of the way it was time to drink, eat and feed bait to the fishes at this cute little Mexican cantina on the water. Lots of cocktails and basking in the outhern California sun to pass the afternoon.

Later on we went out on the town but I don't remember a whole lot of where we went. I kind of made it an early evening.

The next day we got up, ate and drank and headed to the border via the trolley. Unfortunately I didn't take many pictures as my hands were occupied with tequilia shots.

The Roommate and Diane wrecking their backs; no trip to Tijuana is complete without a jump about on a trampoline. Nor is it complete without a blind drunk. Fun!

Although some of the crowd caught the early flight out Sunday morning, the stragglers were able to do a bit of sight seeing with Jen, our friend and limo driver. Can you tell I had a super-dooper hang over? I didn't think so either.

On the flight to San Diego the Roommate informed me that the "chili at the house" party I had thrown the weekend before was pretty lame, but that I had made up for it with this trip, which I had been planning forever. Yep, I am a fucking fabulous great party thrower. Want to be my new best friend?

* So you see how I am, don't ya, I wait until everyone has stopped alternating between nagging, begging and threatening me to post aforementioned photos and just when they give up all hope of ever seeing them.....I post them, to little or no fanfare. Such is life at the house of Suz. Now excuse me while I hack up a brownie.