So once again, it was time for the annual San Diego Crew Classic. And once again my mother had decided to chair the event. And once again it came down to the eleventh hour for reservations and seating and lists and spreadsheets. And since mom is computer illiterate (I love you Mom but seriously, it’s painful) guess who got to do it? Now honestly, I was fine with it. I do the same thing every year and this year it was easier because I didn’t have a full time job to worry about and I wasn’t even on the committee… but still, ugh.
But the morning of the event rolled around and it was GORGEOUS. The weather man was predicting low 80’s on the water (at the end of March people… east coast, be JEALOUS). A perfect day for a Brunch on the Bay.
And of course I had the CUTEST accessory.
He was a rockstar. He looked cute, he took a nap at the event in his stroller (first time sleeping in the Bob),
smiled at everyone, helped with check-in
and only had one meltdown… and that was because someone’s pin stabbed him…
All in all, a successful event and Mom survived, didn’t try to kill anyone and managed to have a great time. She has however vowed to never chair the event again (being this was her second year) and Dad agrees wholeheartedly.