Yep. Totally did the tourist thing. Kind of had to, right? It’s not something we get to do every day.
We got into LAX on the Friday night, and got this
We then went to Pasadena to get checked in to the hotel.
We hit the fart sack shortly after arriving, because I had to drive to Sacramento to visit my Aunt and her delightful partner at 5:00 AM, and my baby had a shitty head cold from the day before. I, being excited, woke up at 4 and then lie awake until 4:20 when I decided that I might as well be productive and get a move on. Mrs. B had awaken by then, so that turned into a makeout session and I ended up not getting out until the planned time anyhow. Win-win, right?
I booked it up there in about six hours, what with the crazy traffic stopping CHP officer rescuing cars and the frequent coffee and pee breaks. When I got there it was fantastic. They have done such an amazing job with their property that my inner (and outer) granola was just buzzing with excitement. I only wish I had of taken some photos of the setup.
I’m going to try and recount the array of edibles that they have in their small yard, but I’m sure I will forget or add some things. I think there was lemons, limes, oranges, honey mandarins, grapefruit?, avocados, olives, figs (both kinds), and a vegetable garden. They have a few laying hens as well, so there is no shortage of eggs in the frying pan. In addition to the composting power of the chickens, they have a worm composter set up there as well. That’s so cool, and when I get mine, I think I’ll do the same sort of rig. I was going to hand make it, but this was really slick, and it had a spigot for the worm tea.
Anyhow, I also got to meet Jan’s mother, and she was a pure delight. A nonagenarian that still has a good fire left in her soul, she just charmed the pants off of me. Not literally though, although she did say that she liked the look of me, and you know that always gets my eye twinkling.
I had a tour of the grounds, a beautiful steak sandwich, a beer, and a couple of coffees while I was visiting, and they also sent me on my way with some nice carved ham sandwiches and fresh fruit from their yard. I’d have to say that overall the visit was a great success, even though it wasn’t nearly long enough.
On my way back to Pasadena I stopped for a coffee in some little town. I instead found a sign saying “Mexican Chocolate”. Hmmmm.
“Hey Jorge. What’s Mexican Chocolate?”
“It’s chocolate to drink, with spices. It tastes good.”
“Okay, you sold me. Better give me a pack of those Tums too.”
He was right. That stuff was delicious. I didn’t see it again anywhere for the rest of the trip, but you can bet that I’ll be asking a certain sexy lesbian about it. wink wink, nudge nudge. You know who you are.
When I got back to the hotel, my sick baby was sleeping, and I was right behind her. I had to take her to her workshop in the morning, then go scout out Television City for TPIR on Monday.
Oh yeah, I went online and got us tickets for The Price Is Right. Why not? They’re free and there’s no obligation. Good thing too, because we didn’t go. I went there to see what we were up against during rush hour on a Monday morning. The guy told me that people start lining up for parking at around 5 AM. Then you stand in a line around the corner until people come out and choose the studio audience at around 8 or so. Really? Then if you win a prize, apparently you have to pay the tax on it.
Fuck that noise, most of those prizes suck anyhow. This is supposed to be a holiday and that sounds like a lot of work and headaches. I went to the Hollywood sign to see how hard it would be to hike in, and then I saw the horse ranch. I inquired about a ride the next day and they said there were lots of spots open. Yahoo! I then I decided to drive down Sunset Boulevard to the coast. It was cool. I don’t think Chuck Norris could have kicked the smile off of my face that day.
That wasn’t a challenge, Chuck.
When I got to the coast highway I took a right and headed for the Malibu Surf Shack to see about booking some lessons. I talked to Sean there, and he was really friendly and helpful. He told me that if two of us went it would be $200 instead of $125 each. That would get us 1.5 hours of lesson and we could keep the gear for the rest of the day. I then decided to eat some Jack in the Box before I did anything else. I’m sorry, but we don’t get that stuff here. I played with the pigeons a bit at my table, then headed over to the pier. It was a bit chilly, and pretty windy, but I figured I’d check it anyhow.
The pretty girl in the shop there told me that the water was 55F, and I decided that I had better not put deposits on anything until I talk to my sick wife. Homey don’t play that.
I don’t mind cold water at all, but I know that she hates it, especially since she still had the dirty little head cold that one of you probably gave her. The chance of her even going in, let alone surfing for the day was pretty slim, so I just kept my green money in my wallet and headed back towards Santa Monica to catch the freeway back to meet my sweet, and maybe scarf down whatever Mongolian beef that she didn’t eat the night before.
We went to El Toreo for supper, and it was fabulous. It was a little hole in the wall Mexican place with 1950’s original decor. The US Presidents collection on the wall ended at Kennedy, so that should give you a hint.
Then we went to bed and I woke up with terrible heartburn from 2:30 until 4:00. I wonder why?
Anyhow, I guess I’ll cut this off here. I’ll be back tomorrow or Monday with stories about the fun day we had.
She drives real fast and she drives real hard, she’s the terror of Colorado Boulevard,