My day started of with Hubby not feel­ing so well. We’re still in San Diego and, as of the end of today, we have two more days left to enjoy sunny Cal­i­for­nia. I feel bad that he’s got the scratchy throat and the hack­ing cough (which has pro­gres­sively got­ten worse), because I’m pretty darn sure I was the one who gave it to him.

I tried to con­vince him to stay in the hotel room today and sleep, but Hubby insisted he wanted to return back for the sec­ond day of the San Diego Comi­con. Appar­ently his love for all things Comics (which, by the way, is the main rea­son we’re here in SD) superceded his need to get some well-​​needed rest.

The next silly thing I did after drop­ping Hubby and our friend J was drive down a one-​​way street. But I swear to G*d … the street was two way five feet ago! And then, in a blink of an eye, I’m sud­denly dash­ing cars headed straight towards me. Prob­a­bly not a wise thing to do, espe­cially in the midst of morn­ing rush hour traf­fic (and not to men­tion Comi­con traf­fic as well).

Last night, how­ever, I vowed that noth­ing … includ­ing almost get­ting into a head-​​on car crash … would spoil my day today. That’s because today, I had plans to meet up with Kara.

As I approached the straw­berry blonde gal study­ing in the café at the La Jolla mall we agreed to meet at, I was sud­denly struck with such an almost inde­scrib­able feel­ing. It was like see­ing some­one I hadn’t seen in a very very long time. And, at the same time, meet­ing some­one for the very first time. Which, in essence, is the truth.

I’ve never met Kara in real life before, but by read­ing and com­ment­ing on each other’s blogs, we both agreed that we felt we knew each other … really got each other. And that was what made it seem like we’ve been the old­est and bestest of friends. Or,as we joked around, that we have been really good friends for like twenty or so “inter­net years.” You know … kind of like dog years in com­par­i­son to human years.

So get­ting to really know one another, that is with­out the bar­rier of cyber­space, felt like a total piece of cake. I mean seri­ously … the minute we started talk­ing, we talked about every­thing. Even the things we couldn’t really talk about on our blogs or comments.

And we espe­cially talked about all the emo­tions we had about our inabil­ity to have chil­dren of our own flesh and blood. And it was raw … and some­times tear­ful (okay, Kara … I’ll admit it! I was the tear­ful one! :-) ), but yet it was like a breath of fresh air. Because you know what? For once in my life, I was eager to talk about what a num­ber IF has done to me. And how it’s wreaked havoc on my oth­er­wise nor­mal exis­tence. Or how it’s changed me from a nor­mally upbeat and happy per­son to such a jaded and sadly dis­ap­pointed mess. And I could cry about it and not feel ashamed for who I am and what I’ve become. Because Kara under­stood. With­out hug­ging me or say­ing a word … I just knew she knew the shoes I was walk­ing in. And I hope I did the same for her.

So after like, more than an hour of gab­bing at this café … Kara insisted that we head out towards the beach. Because really … I was per­fectly con­tent in sit­ting at this place and talk­ing. But since I had already con­fessed to her (and the rest of the blog world) that I love the ocean and the beach, she was intent in bring me to the coast. And after a beau­ti­ful drive up the coast, we ended up at Il For­naio, a won­der­ful Ital­ian restau­rant in Del Mar that has this amaz­ing view of the ocean. We then pro­ceded to devour the excel­lent breads and thin-​​crust piz­zas we ordered. And we con­tin­ued to talk non-​​stop. We talked about our par­ents and fam­ily. We talked about our love of 80’s music. And, oh … we talked about how our cute waiter with dark hair and gor­geous eyes reminded us of B.en Sti.ller with his trade­mark “Blue Steel” look in the movie, Zoolan.der. Lucky for us, he was a nice guy who, not only pro­vided us with more of their excel­lent bread to take home, but also was more than will­ing to take a pic­ture for us. (It’s just too bad that I still can’t down­load any of my pics until I get home … grrr!)

After lunch, Kara and I had to part ways. And yes, I was incred­i­bly sad to say good­bye. And even though my Hubby’s love of comics got us to visit San Diego, being able to meet Kara in per­son totally made my day and … I’m being totally hon­est here now … made my entire vacation!

So Kara … when­ever you make it out to Michi­gan, you and Duane are more than wel­come to visit us. And then we’ll plan a Michi­gan IF blog­ger round up. Or bet­ter yet … when should we start plan­ning our trip to Las Vegas with the other blog­gie friends?!

Ack … I miss you already!

* Again, pic­tures to fol­low once I get back home. :-)

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