San Diego in 48 short hours

The Peanut and I spent the weekend in San Diego. He grew up there, and I lived there for two years, so we didn't do anything too touristy or anything, but it was mostly a good time. I say mostly, because the Peanut's mother (heretofore known as the Spawn) is spawned directly from the loins of Satan himself, so it is always a little tricky to spend time with her. We spent most of the day on Saturday with her, but I was able to escape to AB and UD's house at about 5. Peanut ducked out of there to take pictures with some of his old friends that evening, but was subjected to a particularly unpleasant brunch with she and several of their family friends the following day. It would take me forever and a day to describe the levels of craziness that the Spawn inflicts upon those around her, but here's a little synopsis: She is obsessed, I mean, obsessed, with the current state of politics in this country, and this obsession has consumed every breathing moment for her. Luckily, she is of the anti-Bush persuasion, which makes it a bit more bearable, but it still reeks of the crazy. After lunch on Saturday we went back to her house to watch C-Span for 3 hours. Recorded C-Span. And not any particular show or event, just, C-Span. Now, I was a political science major and consider myself to by fairly well informed and interested about the current goings on, but Jesus H. Christ, three hours of fucking C-Span?? When someone would say something that she agreed with, she would hoot and holler and wave her arms around as though she were being saved or something. If she was in opposition to something that was being discussed, she would yell and curse at the TV. This is a woman whom we haven't seen in almost a year, and this is how she chose to spend the visit. She fancies herself to be quite the crunchy, crystals-about-the-house, psychic-visiting hippie, and I guess she is, but she is also the most judgmental, hostile, paranoid person I think I've ever met. It sucks, really, because if you took out the bad stuff, she would be an incredible person. She's well read, well traveled, informed and has great taste in art and film. It's just a bummer that she has treated the Peanut like shit for most of his childhood (so much so that he was emancipated from her at 16), and continues to find fault with almost everything about him and about our relationship.
So there's that.
I had a great time Saturday night with AB and UD, and with the cousins, drinking loads of wine and talking for hours. AB and I stayed up and watched bad TV, and then ordered a pizza late, late, late, and it was delicious. Sunday we had Indian for lunch, and then the Peanut and I headed back up north. I stopped by my beloved Sephora and purchased loads of shiny new products, including a Stila eyeshadow that is encased in a brown leather case, and I think I am in love with it. I then cursed the fact that there is no Sephora in Santa Barbara the whole way home.
Sometimes life just isn't fair, you know?