You know those friends who you not only, you know, want to be friends with, but the ones who you can't quite figure out why they let you hang around because they are that much funnier and more interesting and more brave and intelligent AND - it must be said - Prettier than you? Where you hope and pray that by your
terrible sense of humor biting wit and subterfuge alone, you might trick these fine people into speaking to you on a regular basis?
I spent the whole of Saturday with those people. And on top of that, I got to spend it with them eating and drinking and spa-ing* in places like this:
*Yes, this is a verb when done properly.
(Credit: Estancia La Jolla)
Whatever you do, by whatever means possible, book yourself a spa day here. And try to trick these friends into being yours - or your attorneys**. They are intimidatingly, awe-inspiringly good at both.
**Just in case that "whatever means possible" doesn't work so well for your spa strategy. Not that I would encourage that. No, really.