Day 3 Recap (Thurs Feb 10)
[Stef] Well this is my first entry so I hope I can live up to the high standards Scott has set. We got up early and got ready for the day. By noon we were ready to go. I am going to miss the smell of fried food and cigarettes that the hotel provided us as we walked to the elevator. I guess you can't live a charmed life all the time, right?
We decided to go cruise around some of the rich and famous neighborhoods before heading out to the beach. We went to see my Uncle Hugh at the Playboy Mansion. Unfortunately, our good looks made everyone else uncomfortable and so we were asked to leave. Just as well, as we needed to get to Venice Beach.
We drove along Ocean road towards Santa Monica and saw the carnaval area on the pier there. We didn't have time to stop, just a drive by glance. We made our way to Venice Beach. We ate at the Cow's End. I know, sounds gross. But it was a great wrap - spicy chicken and pesto. Of course it had a spanish name - so I am loosely translating that. We got a bag of chips and a Dr. Pepper to split and sat right under the sign of the cow's butt. Again, I know you find it bizarre, but if you are ever interested in getting a sandwich under a cow's butt, check this place out. We then made our way to the walkway. As couples romantically strolled down the pier, I watched Scott take pictures of the birds. It was just like I imagined it to be. After the birds gave us their best face, we headed down the 26 mile path. We made it about a 1/4 of a mile since we were limited in time. We went to Muscle Beach, where the movie "White Men Can't Jump" was filmed. Scott considered a pickup game, but luckily time didn't allow for him to show the world how true that movie is. The little shops and condos lining the walk are really unique and artsy. I enjoyed it and we hope to get back there someday. It was lively on a overcast February day, so I am sure the summer months are really exciting.
We headed back to the car and made our way to the airport. Security and checkin was really fast and we were able to get to out gate with almost 3 hours to spare. Nothing like planning ahead. (You must be so proud, mom!) Anyway, we sat in a bar and met a nice girl from Christchurch, NZ. She offered to meet us when we were there to show us around. We hope that can happen. She also offered to let us borrow a tent in case we wanted to camp outside instead of in our RV when we got to Abel Tasman National Park. She gave us some good pointers and even gave us a lesson in the money. It really brought a tear to Scott's eye - he was hoping I wouldn't figure out how to spend the money. Too bad for him, his plan is foiled!
Anyway, we got on the plane and settled in. I am squished between a very...well...healthy eater and Scott. I am dreaming of a nice, rockhard bed in the Holiday Inn. It's okay, only 9 more hours to go. They served us a hot meal. Scott had the chicken, I had the mushroom ravioli. It wasn't gourmet, but it was better than the bag of chips I had in the airport. They were nice enough to give us a metal fork, a metal spoon and a plastic knife. I guess it's for safety issues, but I think getting forked to death is a more painful way to go than getting cut by a knife. Maybe that's just me and how my mind works as I get smashed again by my too-large-for-coach neighbor. The knife reminded me of the knives that come with the playdough sets. For a second I thought we were going to have inflight craft hour. Unfortunately we only have inseat yoga. I am looking forward to that at 2 AM.
Oh, and the current excitement on the plane is to our left. I wouldn't have noticed, even though there are a lot of flight attendants lurking... Luckily, Scott pointed her out. That's right folks, we have a puker. So as I dream of our bedrock palace and drift off to sleep to the sound of a weak stomach upchucking, I wish you all pleasant dreams too!
We decided to go cruise around some of the rich and famous neighborhoods before heading out to the beach. We went to see my Uncle Hugh at the Playboy Mansion. Unfortunately, our good looks made everyone else uncomfortable and so we were asked to leave. Just as well, as we needed to get to Venice Beach.
We drove along Ocean road towards Santa Monica and saw the carnaval area on the pier there. We didn't have time to stop, just a drive by glance. We made our way to Venice Beach. We ate at the Cow's End. I know, sounds gross. But it was a great wrap - spicy chicken and pesto. Of course it had a spanish name - so I am loosely translating that. We got a bag of chips and a Dr. Pepper to split and sat right under the sign of the cow's butt. Again, I know you find it bizarre, but if you are ever interested in getting a sandwich under a cow's butt, check this place out. We then made our way to the walkway. As couples romantically strolled down the pier, I watched Scott take pictures of the birds. It was just like I imagined it to be. After the birds gave us their best face, we headed down the 26 mile path. We made it about a 1/4 of a mile since we were limited in time. We went to Muscle Beach, where the movie "White Men Can't Jump" was filmed. Scott considered a pickup game, but luckily time didn't allow for him to show the world how true that movie is. The little shops and condos lining the walk are really unique and artsy. I enjoyed it and we hope to get back there someday. It was lively on a overcast February day, so I am sure the summer months are really exciting.
We headed back to the car and made our way to the airport. Security and checkin was really fast and we were able to get to out gate with almost 3 hours to spare. Nothing like planning ahead. (You must be so proud, mom!) Anyway, we sat in a bar and met a nice girl from Christchurch, NZ. She offered to meet us when we were there to show us around. We hope that can happen. She also offered to let us borrow a tent in case we wanted to camp outside instead of in our RV when we got to Abel Tasman National Park. She gave us some good pointers and even gave us a lesson in the money. It really brought a tear to Scott's eye - he was hoping I wouldn't figure out how to spend the money. Too bad for him, his plan is foiled!
Anyway, we got on the plane and settled in. I am squished between a very...well...healthy eater and Scott. I am dreaming of a nice, rockhard bed in the Holiday Inn. It's okay, only 9 more hours to go. They served us a hot meal. Scott had the chicken, I had the mushroom ravioli. It wasn't gourmet, but it was better than the bag of chips I had in the airport. They were nice enough to give us a metal fork, a metal spoon and a plastic knife. I guess it's for safety issues, but I think getting forked to death is a more painful way to go than getting cut by a knife. Maybe that's just me and how my mind works as I get smashed again by my too-large-for-coach neighbor. The knife reminded me of the knives that come with the playdough sets. For a second I thought we were going to have inflight craft hour. Unfortunately we only have inseat yoga. I am looking forward to that at 2 AM.
Oh, and the current excitement on the plane is to our left. I wouldn't have noticed, even though there are a lot of flight attendants lurking... Luckily, Scott pointed her out. That's right folks, we have a puker. So as I dream of our bedrock palace and drift off to sleep to the sound of a weak stomach upchucking, I wish you all pleasant dreams too!
posted by Mama of 2 sisters, 1 voice at 8:36 AM
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