Karen decided to put on her usual bossy pants to plan a lady weekend retreat. After she clarified a retreat didn’t mean religious camp, I was on board along with Robyn and Andrea.
We packed and left for the weekend:
In 2008 we all went to San Diego for our senior trip. Robyn and I roomed together, even though we were already established enemies because we were openly fighting about a guy (that only she had legitimately dated). One fateful night her phone got drowned in a sink, said guy left San Diego in a desperate escape attempt via bicycle, and we scream-fought-yelled-cried all night and then woke up in bed next to each other.
This is our only photo from the trip together. Two person buffer:
Which is why this Facebook post made sense upon our arrival back to San Diego 5 years later:
Karen and I also hit up the outlets while we waited for Robyn and Andrea to check into the hotel.
We did three things in San Diego
1) Lay Out
Three best friends!!!!
(if anyone actually knows how to embed vines onto tumblr I’ll give you $5 to show me)
3) Go Out.
Cool news, San Diego discovered photo bombing!
and then the incident happened.
It was 3a.m. after getting back from da clubs. We stopped by the 24hour hotel restaurant to grab some food to go. Robyn got 3 meatballs- I’m painting a picture here. In our compromised state, we went to our exact room number without realizing we were in the wrong building of the hotel. Robyn tried the key over and over and over until after the 7th try IT WORKED. We stumbled into the room with our food in our hands loling about the night. It took maybe a full 15 seconds until we hear muffled and scared “we’re in here!” coming from the full beds. It was an entire family freaked out of their minds; a bunch of post-grads had violently broken into their room, reeking of alcohol. We busted out of there faster than you could say family-vacation-ruined-by-girls-they-thought-were-criminals.
Here is Andrea telling a hotel employee what had happened. That’s me on the floor with my subpar $15 sandwich.