After we got kicked out of Johnny V's we were wondering the streets a drift in what do we do now?

And Vee's phone rang.

It literally rang the split second I opened my mouth to say "I'm just gonna head home guys."

And on the other end was one Basilio (don't know his last name but wouldn't give it to you any way) the owner of one of the greatest bars in San Diego (yep THE WHOLE CITY); The Turquoise.

I cannot stress how cool this place is, considering I spent the better part of my weeks there (eating Tapas, having tea, people watching, visiting with neighborhood dwellers). THIS is sophistication (ahem, JOHNNY V's) but not fake. It doesn't require bottle service for a VIP time, nor does it require you to dress a certain way or look a certain part. It's as non pretentious as it is pretentious (because it is both) and it encourages you to let go, relax a little and stop worrying about what's out there (crazy bouncers in red shirts) and just stay a while...

Plus, makes a mean Sangria.

When Basilio called he insisted on picking us up and whisking us away to Turquoise Street. He promised dancing and drinks and a table and everything. When we climbed in the car he had a tall, beautiful blonde in the front with him (talk about F'ing a model) and she was from Spain with her Spanish accent and her European flair (was wearing an entire leather outfit, no joke. Turns out, Basilio had just met her that night at a coffee shop and insisted she come with him to pick us up and head to his bar, she had NO IDEA who he was but was just up for the adventure, I liked her immediately). We were whisked inside, sat down at a table, brought food and drinks and started dancing the night away.

Vee and Bee finally got their dance on. Even I was shake, shaking it to the sounds of a bluesy, jazz kind of band. We twirled and spinned and took over the floor. People smiled, joined in, no longer just sat around watching this band play but instead decided to bop right along (I just said bop, yep, just like my Mom does).

I kept a close eye out for the amp by my feet because (another true story) this one time at The Turquoise I literally fell RIGHT ON THE BAND whilst shaking my groove thang and I wasn't going to make that mistake again.

Dancing, laughing, drinking, talking, bathroom (no attendant but... mints), dancing, laughing, lots of water.

And stories. There are lots of Turquoise stories...

In the old days I would have been right there until closing. In fact, in the old days I have on more than one occasion been there until well after closing... but this day, after my dance shoes started pinching and my hair sticking to my face I picked up the phone and called to check on Baby.

"She's tired," Husband said. "But she doesn't want to go to sleep without you. She keeps crawling around looking for you."

And it was time to go home.

My family came to pick me up and I bid a farewell to my friends, who were still having the time of their lives. Blonde Spanish Girl (Susanna) decide to hop in with us whereby we came home and had a rockin' threesome.

Or, we dropped her off at her car and talked about what a beautiful baby girl we have, and how lucky we are to have found each other.

"You like being married?" Susanna asked me.
"I do," I said.
"And you," she turned to Husband. "You like to be married too?"
"I like being married to her," he said.

*Awe*... Ditto...