Our lovely Christmas day begins out on the sunny terrace of our room with French champagne, glamorous gifts and our best going out clothes.
We toast our lovely families, none of whom have bothered to call, send a gift or even a card and I thank the lord for such lovely friends who really are my family and the courage to have started wagging the family christmas years ago.
We head down to the Crown ballroom, designed by Frank L Baum, who wrote several of the Wizard of oz book whilst staying at the Del. The room is AMAZING, all wood panelling and french doors, and the famous crown chandeliers, and by some strange quirk of fate we are lead to the best table, one of only a few by the big picture windows, looking out over the manicured Del Gardens and to the ocean beyond. Pinch me!
We order a bottle of champagne and let the crab leg fest begin! How lovely to be dining with people who can eat even more crab legs than I can! I'm surprised we are not on a first name basis with the crab leg girl, not to mention how rude it would be if we didn't also try the lobster mac and cheese (oh my LORD), the prawns, the scallops, the oysters and the calamari.
hallelujah! Thanks goodness we nixed having a weet bix before we came!
The men move on to the roast, but the ladies love affair with the crab continues. During the day, as we see the tables around us turned around two or even three times, while we are still debating mains and desserts, one couple takes to a table beside us and methodically devour nothing but crab legs for the entire afternoon. They take turns holding their baby as each returns again and again to our beloved crab leg girl. Mrs Crab Leg devourer has the most amazing false fingernails that she has sharpened to swiss army perfection and she digs them into each crab leg extricating the meat with one swift action. It's mesmerising. genius!
More champagne is ordered and someone starts playing the harp up in the rafters - oh happy days.
Brendon and I head to the dessert area for a quick recognasense tour, and fall over ourselves at the vision of macaroons! We make a clean sweep of the entire selection, dreaming of the salted caramel, and rapberry goodness about to accompany our next bottle of champagne - oh dear - they are HORRIBLE - and we have stolen MILLIONS of them!
We order more champagne and start hiding macaroons in our serviettes and floral arrangements before heading to chocolate dipped strawberries and COBBLER!
Finally, as the sun starts to set we admit defeat and try and walk off our food babies. We take a lovely long walk along the boardwalk along the beach, around the hotel gardens, and through their gallery of memorabilia, including Marilyn's ukelele from "Some Like It Hot". We take a look at the kooky Dr Suess garden (the doctor was also a San Diegan it transpires) and watch the skaters at the becahside ice rink.
Finally we teeter back to our rooms to watch bad TV, attempt re-hydration, and zzzzzzzzzzzzz
best christmas day EVER.
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