Dr H was actually in San Diego the 4th and 5th for a training class, so we had agreed, if our schedules allowed for it, to try and meet up for dinner while we were both there. Tuesday evening, we decided, based on the suggestion of my brother and a friend of mine, to meet up in the Gas Lamp Quarter. My sis-in-law was going to drop me off in that area around 4, so she could avoid most of the traffic heading back to her house. And Dr H was going to give me a call and meet me somewhere after his class, around 5:30.
After looking at the website, I figured this was a good plan because there would be plenty of places for me to walk around and see and take pictures of while waiting on Dr H. What I did NOT plan on was the downpour that started about 5 minutes after my sis-in-law dropped me off. Ugh. I managed to find a store that sold umbrellas atleast, but it was not the carefree downtown wandering I had envisioned.
Dr H’s class ended early, so he was in the area a little before 5pm. After a few phone calls and miscalculated intersections, we found each other. Poor thing was pretty soaked by then. I tried to share my umbrella, but he was having little to none of that. Men. Hmmpph.
I was actually pretty excited about seeing him. None of that first meeting pressure or worries about how to pass the time. We wandered down to one of the historic houses that supposedly gives tours until 6pm only to find that they had closed early that day. Dr H got a kick out of that. His experiences with my “planning” have not been that great so far. So we made our way back up 5th street and spotted Martini Ranch and decided to go in and have a drink (and get out of the rain).
We chatted for awhile there and I was genuinely happy to be with him. Of course, I’m thinking to myself, could I be attracted to this guy? Did I misjudge things based on the other stuff that was going on? I don’t know. He’s cute. Am I letting his size keep me away? Does that make me shallow if I am? Anyway, we had a good time visiting there then decided to go in search of dinner. I was definitely more “touchy-feely” with him this time.
The bartender had recommended a place, but when we walked down there (still raining) it looked a little too fancy. I was in a tshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. So we decided to walk some more. Then we saw Croce’s and the sign for live jazz music got my attention so we stopped to ask when that started. It was about an hour away, so we looked over a (pricey) menu and decided we’d have dinner there.
We ordered a bottle of wine and some calamari for starters. Then opted to split an entree (yummy halibut with asparagus and potatoes). By then the band had started to play. I don’t know if it was a combination of the live jazz (which doesn’t have quite the overpowering effect on me that blues music does, but still…) and the wine and the rain or what, but it was soooo undeniably “date-like” and I didn’t mind at all. I went outside to smoke and called my brother to see what the plans were for the next day (I was heading home). I mentioned that Dr H offered to bring me to the airport and wanted to see what Dilbert thought about that. His reply was, do you want to do that? Basically, my call.
Dr H comes out about that time and gives me a nice hug from behind. We stood there for a few minutes enjoying the music while I finished my smoke. Then we went back inside and there, sitting on the table, is a cd of the band that’s playing that Dr H had, very sneakily, purchased for me. Awwww!
We shared a dessert while I polished off another glass of wine (we’d emptied the bottle by then). Then we headed to my brother’s. I was still undecided about Dr H taking me to the airport the next day. I wasn’t sure if my brother was really ok with it or just saying so. So we got there and he got to meet Dr H, we looked at some video of the lake house he just bought near Sam Rayburn in Texas, talked a little, then I could tell Dr H needed to get back (he had class again the next morning).
So Dilbert explains that if he takes me to the airport, he’d be dropping me off way early (around 7:30 for a 10:30 flight) because he has a meeting. Dr H says he can take me around 8:30 or 9. I feel bad because I didn’t even get to tell my sis-in-law or nephews bye (they were already asleep….it was almost midnight afterall) but I guess the alcohol made my manners questionable and I gathered up my stuff and headed back towards San Diego with Dr H to his hotel.
And…um…yeah. I think we got to sleep around 3am.
So anyway, we got up the next morning and headed to the airport. It was about 8:20 when he dropped me off. I ended up getting on an even earlier flight (headed to Albequerque at 9:20) with the idea that I could catch the connecting flight to Dallas there and be home a little earlier. Oh the joy of flying standby. Yes, it’s free, but it’s not without a downside. The downside being creative travel plans. I made it to Albq with no problem at around noon. The flight from there to Dallas was supposed to leave around 2, so I wandered the airport and found a smoking lounge, ordered a drink, and took advantage of their free wireless for a bit.
Then that flight ended up being delayed and was pushed back to 3:20. I was finally able to check in for that one and the odds of me getting on it weren’t looking too good. Around 3pm, they sent me and another red pass passenger to another gate to catch a flight to Lubbock (WTF?!). Then from there, we’d definitely be able to get on the “wide open” flight to Dallas. So that’s what we did. I got back into Dallas around 7:45pm and then had to wait another 30 minutes for the damn shuttle I reserved to show up.
Home finally a little before 9pm last night. Yay! Picked up Mazzy from the PetsHotel today and she’s finally speaking to me again. She was happy to see me, happy to leave, and then suddenly seemed to remember she was mad at me. She’s good now though. The “Pawgress Report” they gave me is cute. Cheesey, but cute. Seems like they took good care of my baby atleast.