I met up with the girls for brunch in South Park today. The last time I remember being in South Park was for Booty Bassment at the Whistle Stop 15 years ago with these very same girls! 👵🏻

Jessie treated all of us out to brunch to celebrate all of our December/January birthdays. With 4 kids between us (none of which are my own), it was the first time we could all get together since Friendsgiving.

She got us all beautiful bouquets from her favorite florist at Hillcrest Farmers Market (s/o Hidalgo!).

We were seated outside and the sun was shining directly on my face. She blocked the sun with her hand, which apparently is a common trope in K-Dramas 😆 Chivalry ain’t dead, y’all!

Who needs a man when I’ve got a bestie who buys me chilaquiles, gives me flowers, and protects me from getting sunburned??? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I saw so many people walking their dogs, plenty of cafes, and cute craftsman homes in the area. Before I moved back to SD, I always said I’d live in the North/South Park area if I ever moved back. Living downtown was never a dream of mine, although I love living in a luxury building and being walking distance to Petco Park. I don’t love having to drive anywhere downtown and find parking. If I can’t walk there, I’ll drive out of downtown to go somewhere with a parking lot. I don’t love all the homeless people in the East Village and not being able to safely walk after dark. I don’t love my upstairs neighbor who stomps around at all hours of the day. Or the b who lives a few doors down with two bitch ass chihuahuas who are always barking.

I said I’d move out of downtown when my lease is up next October if the Padres don’t make it to the postseason this year 😅 I’ll eat humble pie (and banana cream pie from Seaside Market) if they do make it, but shit’s looking dire.

…Meet you at the Whistle Stop for Booty Bassment?