Pechanga is absolutely beautiful and has some of the nicest accommodations of all of the places I work.
Not too bad for the views, eh?
Love me some bathrobes and towel animals!
Before Brent arrived, converting the sink into a makeshift cooler was a must.
Oh, and so was hitting the buffet!
I opened for Skip Clarke, which was really fun. He and I first got to be friends on a run in Wichita, Kansas years back, so seeing him again was great.
During the day, Brent and I busied ourselves with losing money gambling and checking out Old Town Temecula.
|Pretending to hit it big.|
Getting home was an adventure to say the least. I had the brilliant idea to fly home after the show on Sunday evening in order to make it home first thing Monday morning. After my set, I practically ran off stage, grabbed my car from valet, raced the 1 1/2 hour drive to San Diego, got gas, returned the car, ran to the terminal, only to be met with a long security line. I was sweating bullets, but, thankfully, my flight was slightly delayed, so....I ACTUALLY MADE IT!
I snoozed nearly the entire way back to Detroit. Thank the universe for direct flights, window seats, and considerate row-mates who don't hog the armrests.
I then boarded a shuttle to get my car, quickly got into that, and drove another 1 1/2 hours home!
I am happy to report I made it in my front door by 7:15 a.m. (the exact time I needed to be home by).
Despite the trip home being a bit of a beast, the whole weekend was just a blast! Seeing Brent was an unbelievable treat! And getting filled up with good food, cheap beer, and laughs was pretty awesome, too. Monday was pretty rough for my sleep-deprived self, but so worth it.