Well the best/busiest/booziest 2.5 days are over
My brothers got here Friday night and from that moment on it was non-stop fun (minus the stomachaches they got from Cali burritos — they said they’ll stick with Taco Bell & Del Taco from now on).
I think the easiest way to do this little weekend recap would be with a nice little photo dump, so here are the best pictures from my favorite weekend ever (warning: it’s super long):
Their hotel room was on the 20th floor, which gave us a great view of the bay and a nice little sunset to welcome them to San Diego
We somehow woke up bright and early the next day, so we grabbed breakfast at their hotel and drove 20 minutes north to Del Mar to pick up our bibs for Sunday’s race
Seeing how the weekend was already a little rowdy, I was a little concerned we wouldn’t end up making it to the race, so I made us take a finishers picture just in case.
After taking the long scenic route back downtown, we Lyfted to Pacific Beach and Mission Beach for some good ole fashioned sibling day drinking
We spent the majority of our time at WaveHouse in Mission Beach watching people attempt to surf the wave (picture above)
They had cornhole set up in a little sand pit, which kept us entertained for a while
And there was beer, so that really kept us entertained for a while
After we watched the pro surfer show, we went to the little amusement park right behind the restaurant
and we were pleasantly surprised when the wooden roller coaster turned out to be LEGIT
After a few rides we went to the House of Blues to see the cover bands Fan Halen and Livin’ on a Prayer. I’m guessing you can all figure out whose songs they were covering.
My alarm went off at 6:20 am on Sunday and the picture of my attempt at toasting my pre-race bagel shows exactly what kind of state of mind I was in
But really….I was not excited
Despite my hungover fears and the crazy fog, we made it to the Del Mar Fairgrounds right on time for the UT California 10/20 10 Mile Race. Eric was a doll and dropped us off and parked as Scott and I made our way to the starting line.
There were 20 live bands along the course and since it was an out and back we got to see each band twice, which I really liked
Despite the shenanigans of the day/night before and not eating before the race, we ended up with a time of 1:41 and an average pace of 10:10 miles, which I did not expect. Scott was very nice to stay back and run slower with me…..even though I’m still hurt that he declined when I asked him to drag me up the big hill.
There was a beer garden after the race and our wonderful cheerleader received his reward of a nice Coors Light
After going back home and showering we set out for burritos and a pit stop to watch surfers at Sunset Cliffs.
It’s becoming clear that it takes a lot for a Swartz to actually take a serious picture.
Then we finally hit a wall and tried to regroup while watching the Olympics
To end our trip we sat outside at an Italian restaurant in Little Italy, people watched and then ended up back in the positions above for some more Olympics. It was glorious.
I feel so lucky to have these awesome guys as my big bros and I can’t wait until they are back out here for another visit.
Or they should just move here……never say never, right?
Hope you all had a great weekend!!