Our plans went out the window when we woke up to rain but we were also prepared and was thinking to do high tea if that happened. Except we thought it through and decided high tea might not be filling enough as a last meal since we were both going to get home super late. Instead we decided to get ready and pack.

Since we’d get kicked out by 10 am and we needed shelter from the rain, we went across the street to Bird Rock Coffee Roasters with thirty minutes before our checkout time for shelter. Funny enough an awning was all there was and we laughed at the idea that the awning would fly away and we’d get soaked.

Amy ordered a Roseberry Mocha which she loved very much. By the time I was ready to order the line got too crazy and I opted out of getting anything.

We decided to stay there and figure out our plans since it was raining and we didn’t want to get wet. I was lucky to have two hats stowed in my luggage from the previous trip and lended one to Amy as well which she is so gratefully modeling.

We decided on brunch/lunch at Parc Bistro Brasserie. Amy got bottomless mimosas which she enjoyed. Seafood quiche, brussel sprouts, escargot, and mussels and fries. The mussels were bigger than the ones I had at La Jolla and delicious in their own right but the quiche and brussel sprouts were our favourite this round.

We walked around the edge of Balboa Park and somehow ended up at CVS where we called an Uber. My flight was set to take off an hour after hers so I figured going to the airport together wouldn’t be a big deal.

We bid our farewells and parted ways and that’s when everything goes downhill. I guess the universe thought we were having way too much of a chill and happy time, they threw us, especially me, some curveballs.

I get through security and realized my flight was delayed which meant I wouldn’t make my connecting flight. I exit to the counters, get my flights changed to an earlier departure and arrival time. I go through security and noticed my new flight was delayed once again. I exit again to the counters to where they tell me I had a choice to stay in a hotel in San Diego or to fly to Dallas and stay at one there. I chose Dallas hoping Brudda and SIL can pick me up before my morning flight from Dallas to Houston tomorrow. My once 4:45 pm flight was now at 6:05 pm. I go back through to security the third time.

Amy told me about lounges and I’ve always wanted to try one. Since I has almost four hours to kill I figured today was a great day as any to try it out so I chose the Airspace Lounge. I paid a total of $37. It came with snacks and some free drinks like tea, soda, coffee, cheap wines and beers as well as private bathrooms and showers, wifi, and charging everywhere. They also give you a $10 credit for food or other drinks.

I was shy at first. Since I couldn’t find the plates I used a little dipping cup to fill with cheese, carrots and tomatoes.

After I was a bit more comfortable I found the plates and filled up. There was a 19 year old hostess learning how to make alcoholic drinks. He offered the Moscow mule he made for free. It’s like the universe is saying sorry for all I went through … Until I looked up and noticed on the monitor, my 6:05 pm flight was now 6:35 pm.

I finished a movie, watched a few episodes of Gotham and edited pictures. I used my $10 credit to get a $10 meal of buffalo chicken wrap. After enjoying that I headed back to the gate.

It was music to my ears to hear that I was finally boarding. I’m currently in Brudda’s car headed back to his house. I am excited for a hot shower. Bummed I won’t get to see Emmy or Ethan but glad I’m at least back in Texas.