Vicky’s boyfriend introduced us to a great seafood champagne brunch on Sunday at Tom Ham’s Lighthouse in San Diego. The restaurant has some of the freshest tasting seafood I’ve ever had, and the buffet was just $25 a person. The big window overlooking the city skyline across the water was great, and service was more than tip-worthy. Our waiter kept calling champagne “grape juice,” as in “Ready for some more adult grape juice?” I didn’t know champagne was made from grapes. But I guess everything is. After brunch, the four of us walked around Seaport Village and explored the shops. There was a jewelry place that had a nice little selection of Alexandrite, so I got all excited, but then it turns out it was all simulated. Ever since I made the very difficult decision to turn down a $1000+ genuine Alexandrite/diamond/white gold ring on the cruise Mr. W and I took in February, I’ve been regretting it. Although the simulated Alexandrite at this place claimed to be better quality than natural Alexandrite, I did not see the dramatic color change from purple to blue-green when I put my ring-clad finger out the window into the sunlight. Mr. W noted that a genuine Alexandrite ring would make a better engagement ring for me than a diamond, because it’s my birthstone and it’s a rarer stone than a diamond. I agreed, and recalled a time when I’d told an ex a few years ago how I’d prefer not to have genuine diamonds because of the violence surrounding their mining in Africa. I’m gonna have to go another cruise again for the ring, it looks like. =P

I washed my car for the first time Saturday morning. Drying is a pain in the arse! Chamois, my butt! Those things just smear the water around.