Mini vacay is over.
Now I just want a Mini Cooper.
Anywho, we had a fabulous time. How can you not have a fabulous time when you're on a mini vacay?
My favorite part was having lunch on the 18th hole at Pebble Beach. This is the view from our "table":
This was our "table" (our very own firepit):
I could have stayed all day. But the waitress kept looking at me funny every time I dozed off.
It was empty in Monterey and Carmel. EMPTY. Especially compared to all the people here doing all the last minute shopping. I don't get it. I thought I was the only one who waited until the last minute . . . but I just went to Best Buy and the line was out of control. OUT OF CONTROL. And I contemplated getting in it because I could read blogs and FB and look on Pinterest while standing in the line, but seeing as how I wasn't in my PJs, I just couldn't do it.
My family will be fine with IOU's.
At least, I think so.
So then the hubby and I thought we could stop by Ulta (beauty supply store) for some fancy shampoo/body wash that the hubby likes, and THAT line was insane, too. So see ya. Hubs has to use Head and Shoulders and Zest and call it a day. I said I'd mix it up for him.
Seriously, though, Monterey was amazing. We'd like to make it an annual trip. We'll see.
I slept two nights in a row for 12 hours while we were there.
I watched an $18 movie from the hotel bed because it said it wasn't out yet and still in theaters. (That's a lie. I just saw it listed on my Pay Per View for $5)
We did the 17 Mile Drive, the aquarium, (which was also empty so I didn't have to push little kids out of my way to get up to the glass) Carmel, the Wharf, and Clint Eastwood's old restaurant which I loved for the Artichoke soup and the fact that we were sitting next to a fireplace in this atmosphere:
On the way home, we went to Hearst's Castle. That was a little Ho-Hum.
Here's why: two summers ago, I went to the Biltmore House in Asheville, North Carolina. When you go to the Biltmore, you get to wear a headset, make your own jokes, go at your own pace, and partake in wine tasting if you feel like it. (Yes, we felt like it.)
At Hearst Castle, you have to go with a guide who makes her own terrible jokes, walks super slow for only a 45 minute tour, and there is NO WINE. Even though you're practically in wine country! I am currently drafting a complaint letter.
When we finally got home, I slept for another 12 hours.
I wonder how long I'd sleep if I went on a Major Vacay?