Day 3

Ok, Hamad is clearly going to kill me when I return to Saudi. Today we checked out of the hotel (the luxurious Hampton Inn just off the intersection of I-5 and I-8 outside San Diego). We had lunch at a restaurant called Napa Valley Grill at this mall in downtown (it’s really nice with open roofs in the walkways), I decided to order from the brunch menu and had Monterey Eggs (crab cakes with eggs on top); there’s a good reason why I almost always order a burger, again I was punished for breaking my own rule. We had some chocolate from See’s Candy (wanted to know what the fuss is all about, Warren Buffett always talks about this store that makes millions a year in free cash flow), it tastes really good actually, but unlike Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, it isn't decadent enough. As you can see, our fun is mostly (completely?) concentrated in eating. Anyway, we were planning to go on a small plane tour above San Diego, but couldn’t find early reservations and decided to keep it until Seattle. We took off to Las Vegas (I stopped for a “ta9beerah” at Jack in the Box on the way—it’s a ta9beerah because I didn’t super-size it) and we arrived around 10 PM. After we checked in (the check-in line at the Venetian Hotel was about 10 deep!), the guys went for a walk on the strip, I was tired and sat at the hotel room, ordered room service (I like to try hotel burgers, or any burger for that matter), ate it while watching Fever Pitch, I looooved this movie. If you love Boston or the Red Sox (or both) and still haven’t watched it, run out NOW and get it. Finally, I forgot my camera’s USB cable in Boston, so I’ll upload the pictures we take during this trip when I’m back in Boston inshallah. Hamad, I’ll try to get you some Krispy Kreme doughnuts back with me.