Sun, Fun, But No Home Run

The Monkeys are in San Diego with Brother Monkey and Torry this weekend. Yay! It is a wonderful thing when your family is fun.

We got to San Diego late Friday night. If you use priceline and bid $100, you get a nautical Tommy Hilfiger-esque room near the airport with a view of the bay.

But at least it's clean. And all we do is sleep there anyway.

On Saturday, we went to The Mission for brunch.

This little dog really enjoyed playing with Mr. Monkey while we waited for a table.

The short wait was well worth it. Mr. Monkey started off with a blackberry-banana smoothie.

He and Brother Monkey both devoured breakfast quesadillas.

I had an awesome croissant sandwich.

Torry's dish looked great, too, although I forgot to photograph it. Too busy stuffing my face!

Since we all had a hankering for savory dishes but also wanted to try something sweet, we got the Mission French Toast for the four of us to share. It was fantastic! Crispy, fluffy, sweet, warm, happy.

After brunch, we decided to explore PETCO Park a bit. It was a good way to walk off our meal, and it was nice to see the grounds during the daytime without all the crowds.

Here are all the boxes of t-shirts for the free giveaway later.

Oddly, PETCO Park reminded us a lot of the Getty Museum.

Now comes the part without photographic documentation. In the afternoon, we rented Waverunners and zoomed through the bay -- not exactly the place for my camera. Mr. Monkey sped up to 40 miles per hour. I clung to him for dear life and got a mild sunburn on my legs. Torry held tight to BroMo the whole time, too. Post-Waverunning, we hung out in one of the hotel's hot tubs. Good times.

Then it was time to go to PETCO Park for real (i.e., to see an actual game).




Our seats were so fancy that we had an option of eating at an all-you-can-eat buffet or having regular ballpark food brought to us by a server.




We opted to be served garlic fries, pulled pork sandwiches, nachos, and clam chowder, among other things.

We even had cotton candy in a tub brought to us.

We could check replays and scores on flatscreens in our section.


While PETCO Park is quite something -- new, state-of-the-art, and very comfortable -- the game itself was none too interesting. It was really a battle for the title of Slightly Less Sucky Team of the Night.

The Giants won that battle, which I guess was nice for Torry, as she is originally from the Bay Area. Yes, I know that is blasphemous for a Dodger fan to say.

But we have Manny now, and the Giants are currently third-to-last in the entire National League. Muahahahahaha.

We left the game and walked around the Gaslamp Quarter, which was hustling and bustling on a Saturday night. Unsurprisingly, Ghirardelli was packed, so we had to seek dessert elsewhere.

We somehow ended up here.

We shared some strawberry shortcake and apple-berry cobbler...after our server dropped another table's Coke onto our table, shattering the glass and splashing the Coke all over.


The manager gave us a discount, and our server was very apologetic. No harm, no foul really, and we were pleased.

Day One in San Diego, finis.