Always Anna

Cami and I have been friends since we first met in August 1994.  It was our freshman year of high school, and - by some blessing of fate - we had 5 out of 6 classes together.  Sometimes it’s amazing to me that we’ve stayed so close over the past 13 years, but it’s one of those bonds that you just know will never fade, no matter what.

Cami’s getting married in August… which clearly means I have been hounding her since she got engaged about having a bachelorette party.  A girl’s got to have her priorities, right?  Even though I think she would have happily skipped this, she humored me by agreeing to have a small celebration.  

Since she’s still in California and I’m 3,000 miles away, we had to plan her bachelorette party around my open travel times.  Once we decided on Memorial Day weekend, all that was left to do was decide on the location of the party.  Did we want to stay in LA?  Go to the desert?  Visit Vegas?  A few options were kicked around, and then genius struck. 

We’d drive down to Baja.

I’ve been itching to visit Baja California since 1996, when my friends starting getting their driver’s licenses and driving down.  Unfortunately for my high school drinking plans, my uber-strict parents never let me make the trip (which was, in all honesty, probably a wise choice on their part).  But I digress.  What matters now is that I was psyched to make this trip.

I’m going to skip over the boring travel details, and just briefly say that Friday night and Saturday day in Ensenada were a lot of fun.  And the food was freaking awesome.  Saturday night, though… that was when all the ridiculousness occurred.

And that story will be my next post.

Have a great weekend!