San Diego may never be the same.

You may have heard that the Bright’s had a very bad experience when we checked into our hotel in San Diego. It took FOREVER to get our room. The front desk kept checking the computer and saying, “We’re just waiting for it to be inspected.”

Finally, FINALLY, we got our key and we trudged wearily to our room, toting WAY TOO much luggage behind us. When I opened the door I was met with garbage on the chair, the iron and ironing board out, and wire hangers all over the counter. I had a total Joan Crawford moment which only got worse when I realized the beds hadn’t been made. I called the front desk and shrieked at the first person who answered the phone. they connected me with the manager and I shrieked at him. He said he’d send someone immediately.

I slammed down the phone and shooed my people out of the room. By the time I wandered in to see the state of the bathroom I was almost apoplectic. I was met with towels on the floor  and used soap on the sink and in the shower.

Another call the to the front desk ensued accompanied by more shrieking. My Honey wandered down to the front desk while I was waiting for housekeeping. He said he could hear me through the phone even when it was pressed to the manager’s ear.

Eventually, amends were made and our room was put to rights. By now we were starving so we went to find some dinner. There was a close restaurant with excellent ratings on the internet so we got ourselves some online reservations. We were seated right away in a lovely booth. We gave our drink orders and requested water all around. The place had a lovely décor and we felt ourselves relaxing. Until the busboy spilled a tray of ice water on our table and drowning My Honey and The Bandit. My boy leapt to his feet and squealed, “Oh My God, that scared me so bad I lost my shoes!”

The busboy was mortified and half the restaurant staff rushed over to scoop the ice off the booth and swab the table of a gallon of water. We ended up having a lovely dinner – I had the best scallops I’ve ever put in my mouth –  and we got all of our drinks for free to made up for the dousing.

I know the Sisters present a picture that we are difficult and complain a lot. That is true, but we’re never overly mean to a terrified busboy. It was an accident and we were totally cool about it. I was a witch to the hotel manager, but not to the lovely maid who did come and actually clean our room – her I thanked profusely.

We’re here all week – this story to be continued. I’ll keep you up to date on Sunburn Watch 2015 and How Much Did We Get Off Our Check This Time. Also, how the kangaroo napping works out.