rodeo drive
Yet another California flashback I can cry over. This was the day I drove a caravan of women to Hollywood (yikes).
Sam took that of Kim, Ellie, and Bama Jr.
At this point I was about ready to push the eject button and drive back. The traffic was GNARLY. But when we met up with Alex and Peaches, everything was suddenly great again. I kept them company outside while the girls took glamor shots in gold sequin dresses in the dressing room (not kidding).
This guy totally made my night as well. As well as this incredible massaging chair. I'm pretty sure this was the only store I stayed in for more than 10 seconds.
The only bad part was when the "foot pressurizing massage crammer" started squeezing the living poo out of my already-broken toe, and I couldn't remove it. All I could do was sit there as the bones crumbled under the compressor and tell Zachary how ungood it felt. And my sock had a hole in it. And it didn't match my other one.
Kim, Alex, Sam, Sarah, Ellie, Zack (Peaches [he's from Georgia])
Shoes! Shoes appROVES! [The other half of the inside joke that went along with the BIKINIS sign, that I still won't attempt to explain.]
The girls wanted to window shop down Rodeo (it was midnight).
Peaches trying to make us guess how much this dumb piece of coral was. It was something ridiculous like 3 bajillion million bucks.
Chrithmath!!
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t-giving break
*.* WiNTER REUNiON FEST 2oo7 .*. Basically, Jeanette came over.
Thanksgiving morning: begin journey in our sweet ride - a red VW bug (alias Clarence).
Lake Elsinor.
I got made fun of for taking this, but I did it for you dad.
Anyhow, on to San Francisco!
The Alcatraz tour was closed...
but there were
sealsssssssss!!!!! Real ones!!! In the wild!!!!
Well, believe it or not, there was nothing really to do on Thanksgiving night in San Francisco. So we went back to the hotel and ate our Thanksgiving dinner: nacho chips and a pizza sphere from the gas station next door. Every mother's worst nightmare for their child.
Day two: back to Fisherman's Wharf.
Jeanette's never had crab before, but she downed that sucker faster than a starvin fat kid with a corn pone.
Not gonna share.
...
China town.
As we were farewelling San Francisco, taking one last walk down the crazy strip, we realized it was pretty easy to pick out the locals. 1) Guy flying down the sidewalk in a wheelchair backwards: local. 2) Random yelling lady, yelling at random people at random: local. 3) Middle aged dude in only spandex shorts stretched out in the middle of a fountain reading the paper: definitely local. Peace out, SF.
Day three. Destination: Becca's house (and Yosemite).
Bear count: 0
Baby dear count 1
Tree count: 345,742,656,234,745,002,1532,7567,34pasdf345389
Day four: Leave. And Oceanside for fun.
Back in Murrieta.
See this big dumb ring? Well, we had to pay four bucks for it in China town because it got
stuck on my finger. I don't know how I got it on there, but it wouldn't come off.
Then she had to leave, and life was not as great.
I'll go easy on the sap...but, yes, I miss her again already.
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