Mixed bag. I am going through some really hard things whilst having the best time of my life. But I'll tell you about the BEST THINGS. Because I have had the best time of my life recently. I am happier than can be, but alas, unfortunately some people don't like it when you're so happy. And I just have to accept that fact yes? 

BUT ON WITH THE AMAZING STUFF!

Last weekend I went to San Diego Downtown with Andy. It was so much fun. The sweetheart that he is wouldn't tell me where we were going and therefore on Friday night, I found myself being driven up to one of the fanciest hotels I have ever seen. It was the kind of hotel, that was so posh, that the taxi drove up to the front sliding doors, which were underground. The hotel was really nice. It was called the US Grant. 

I felt very spoiled. After a sleep in one of the comfiest beds ever, we went exploring San Diego Downtown the next day. It was BOILING hot. One of the hottest days yet. We laid out on the grass for a while and chatted away whilst I tried to ring my Bank and ask them to stop blocking my transactions. They did not understand me at all. 

"What's your password?" 

"Doctor Who." 

"Sorry what was that?"

"Doctor Who." 

"Sorry what?"

Andy: "Say it in an American accent." 

"Darctar Who?" 

"Ah yes. And your second password? Name of a favourite pet?"

"Saxon."

No, that is incorrect. It begins with an S."

"Saxon." 

"Sorry that is wrong, you will to reset both of your passwords."

Andy was in fits. But it only got worse. 

"What's your number?"

"858."

"858"

"405"

"205"

"No 405."

"Sorry, 305"

"NO 405!!!"

Seriously. Is the British accent so hard to understand! 

After this we went for a walk around Downtown - heading for the sea. A nice lady came and asked us for directions, so Andy, despite not knowing the town went to find a map to help her and I talked to the lady. We walked towards the sea after that and were holding hands and chatting to one another when a man eating McDonalds walked up behind us and said "Alright lovebirds, lets have a picture." It was the most perplexing thing ever as this guy, eating McDonalds and doughnuts, took Andy's phone and took photos of us both together! It was the sweetest thing ever. I can't imagine anyone in England doing that. It wouldn't be considered 'polite'. And then after two pictures, he said "Ok, kiss." I was so shocked that I still had my hand on my hip in my typical "Melissa Morgan" pose when Andy kissed me. I always said I would never have a kissing picture because why would I ask someone to take a picture of me and then kiss? Guess I broke my own rule. But hey I didn't mean to!

We found a really nice restaurant by the sea and the waiters were really friendly. So we went for a meal. 

There were so many cute doggies walking around SeaPort Village. They were adorable. One toy poodle reminded me so much of my own dogs and it was really freaky because he kept staring at me! Seriously. Just staring me down as I ate. Andy and I giggled like crazy. He really did stare me down. Later on we walked past a convention of cute fluffy doggies and then, to top it of, we saw two baby Chihuahuas being taken on a walk by their owners pulling them along and completely ignoring the fact they were stumbling over their little legs, trying desperately to keep up. 

We walked along the Seafront and had ice cream. We were laughing and joking like crazy and I was so happy. It felt so blissful. We then went home, bumping into our friends Chris and Eileen on the way, and wore our new onesies whilst eating pancakes that Andy made (which were DELICIOUS - English pancakes by the way which means crepe like things not American pancakes) 

It was one of the best weekends of my life.