DISNEY PRINCESSES RULE! / THIS ENTRY IS REALLY REALLY LONG AND TECHNICALLY NOT EVEN DONE YET
I just got back to Virginia after a successful and exciting trip to
California. Family tension due to being gathered together was
alleviated, though not all together avoided, by getting two hotel
rooms, one for Mom and Steve and one for us girls. Steve decided to
stay an extra day before heading to Las Vegas (for business, though he
was a VIP at this conference and got a dope pad to stay in. LUCKY) so
that he could go to the beach with us. My general attitude the whole
trip was judgemental and relatively know-it-all, but I wasn't as
annoying as I usually am while on family trips. I guess I'm growing up!
Anyway, we flew in on Friday, headed to my brother John's place in Duarte for Chinese/hanging out. Slept amazingly well on the most comfortable bed I have ever had the pleasure to experience.
Got up Saturday for my cousin Michelle's wedding. Stopped over at my uncle Gordon's to say hey, ate a plum from a tree in their backyard, headed back to the hotel to shower and get ready. There was tons and tons of traffic on the way to the church in Newport because it was a gorgeous Saturday and everyone was headed to the beach. We, sadly, were headed to a church (barf) for a catholic (double barf) wedding (pretty!). The ceremony was long, lots of readings and kneeling and eating of Jesus flakes. I partook of none of that nonsense. Instead, I sat there feeling like an evil sin-laden spy who had infiltrated this special club where everyone knew the right words to say and the right hand signals to do at the exact same moment. It was pretty, but I'm glad I don't believe in god. Gordon is an athiest but my aunt Lucy is Catholic and insisted they raise their 4 (!!!) kids Catholic, so that must have been pretty annoying every day, considering that they are all actually Catholic. Anyway, Michelle looked magnificent and her dress was simply gorgeous. She told me later that it was her mom's and that she only altered it by removing the sleeves. It was so pretty that I am thinking of copying it. Also, my cousin Kelly who hopes to become a professional opera singer, sang throughout. She is amaaaaazing.
It was so great to see all of my California aunts and uncles and cousins who we never get to see. I am even friends with my two cousin's closest to me in age (besides Michelle, who is only 23!) Dianna and Torey on facebook. Trippy!
The reception was pretty fab also. The food was amazing and there was an open bar. There was also a really attractive guy who made eyes with me for hours. I think he was with some woman though. And besides, he was wearing loafers and no socks. Ew.
On Sunday we went to Huntington Beach with John and Trish and my nephew Joshy, who is pretty much insane. He is 5 and hilarious. The water was too frigid for me to actually go in, but of course my mom ran on in there like the Cali girl she is. Damn hippies. I just laid out or went walking with my sisters. I tried to stay protected because I've promised myself that I'll start taking better care of my skin. I've been burned so badly so many times that I'm scared of what I will look like in a few years, what with all the wrinkles and cancer. Nevertheless, I got all sorts of weird shaped sunburns, including a jaggedy part on my arm and a "slice of watermelon" on my ass.
I got a snow cone which is all I ever really want, so this was a really excellent day.
We went to Fridays afterwards; the service sucked and though my steak was cooked perfectly, it was only mediocre. I didn't like the fact that I told them I wanted my meat medium rare and it came out rare. I disliked this because I usually order my meat rare, but I knew that they'd do it wrong and not cook it the right way, so I had to adjust my order so the idiots could get it right unknowingly.
On Monday we went to the second greatest place in the whole wide world, DISNEYLAND (The first greatest is, of course, DISNEYWORLD). It was crowded as heck but so worth it. I love it there. I wish I could live at Disneyland. I am not joking. It is so magical and charming. Oooooh I wish I were there right this minute. My only complaint is that Space Mountain was closed down for renovations. It's opening again in July and it looks as if it's going to be awesome. Darn! Oh, another complaint is that the price of food is totally insane. I felt so so so guilty about eating anything, even though my mom kept getting mad at us for constantly freaking out about it. Last complaint is all the idiots with strollers. Actually, the strollers wouldn't be so bad in they weren't filled with infants. Why would you bring a tiny baby to Disneyland? Because you're an idiot, that's why. The first trip to Disneyland that I actually remember did not happen until I could actually walk and talk.
To make up for all the complaints, here's a list of awesomeness: JUNGLE CRUISE, PIRATES, HAUNTED MANSION, PRINCESSES, CHURROS, MATERHORN, SPLASH MOUNTAIN (which I got totally soaked on, which is rare and awesome), INDIANA JONES, STORYBOOK BOAT THING (The best ride EVER), PRINCESSES, SMALL WORLD, ALICE ON WONDERLAND ( = me), FIREWORKS!, IMAGINATION AT IT'S FINEST, etc etc.
On Tuesday we went to this place called the "Lab," the "anti-mall" or something like that. It was just a grouping of pretty cool stores trying to be cooler than they actually were. Whatev, I dig that shit, I cannot lie. I got some really cute clothes at Urban Outfitters. Then my "partner in crime," Mahrya came by and whisked me off to Hollywood. Saw her new apartment and met her fiance John, who was adorable and looks like her. I always worry about her and those boys, and I was so hoping that John was actually as great as she said he was. Thankfully, they seem very happy and compatible, he treats her well and is able to handle all of the stuff that comes along with the Mahrya package. I loved him, absolutely approve of him. Yay!
We walked to In'N'Out, which has the best burgers ever. On the way back we saw all these limos and people all dressed up (rather ghetto-fab, natch) and we all tried to figure out what was going on. Mahrya lives right down the street from that Chinese theatre, right in the heart of Hollywood, so it was obviously some sort of event or premiere. Mahrya guessed that it was the BET awards and she was absolutely correct. Awesome!
We hung around and talked, then headed to Amoeba, the BEST RECORD STORE ON EARTH. They have absolutely everything, imports, vinyl, rare and hard to find items new and used. I sound like an advertisement, but really it is truly phenomenal. They have stores in LA, San Fran and Berkeley, so if you are ever in those areas, check it out. I find that it is terribly difficult to go on there without an agenda, so I like to bring a list. Other people can just browse but I get overwhelmed by the literal millions of albums. The staff is also fantastic at recommending music. Obviously I love this place, and the fact that Mahrya can walk there makes me blindingly jealous. I dream about working there.
I didn't buy anything because I didn't have a list. Damn.
Drove up to the hills to feed Mahrya's friend Brigid's cat, drove back to her place, got Brazillian food, ate and watched Friends dvds until the wee hours of the morn. I slept on a comfy futon. Imagine that. We spent the next day lounging around being our stupid selves and talking talking.
Tired for now, so I guess
To Be Continued...
Anyway, we flew in on Friday, headed to my brother John's place in Duarte for Chinese/hanging out. Slept amazingly well on the most comfortable bed I have ever had the pleasure to experience.
Got up Saturday for my cousin Michelle's wedding. Stopped over at my uncle Gordon's to say hey, ate a plum from a tree in their backyard, headed back to the hotel to shower and get ready. There was tons and tons of traffic on the way to the church in Newport because it was a gorgeous Saturday and everyone was headed to the beach. We, sadly, were headed to a church (barf) for a catholic (double barf) wedding (pretty!). The ceremony was long, lots of readings and kneeling and eating of Jesus flakes. I partook of none of that nonsense. Instead, I sat there feeling like an evil sin-laden spy who had infiltrated this special club where everyone knew the right words to say and the right hand signals to do at the exact same moment. It was pretty, but I'm glad I don't believe in god. Gordon is an athiest but my aunt Lucy is Catholic and insisted they raise their 4 (!!!) kids Catholic, so that must have been pretty annoying every day, considering that they are all actually Catholic. Anyway, Michelle looked magnificent and her dress was simply gorgeous. She told me later that it was her mom's and that she only altered it by removing the sleeves. It was so pretty that I am thinking of copying it. Also, my cousin Kelly who hopes to become a professional opera singer, sang throughout. She is amaaaaazing.
It was so great to see all of my California aunts and uncles and cousins who we never get to see. I am even friends with my two cousin's closest to me in age (besides Michelle, who is only 23!) Dianna and Torey on facebook. Trippy!
The reception was pretty fab also. The food was amazing and there was an open bar. There was also a really attractive guy who made eyes with me for hours. I think he was with some woman though. And besides, he was wearing loafers and no socks. Ew.
On Sunday we went to Huntington Beach with John and Trish and my nephew Joshy, who is pretty much insane. He is 5 and hilarious. The water was too frigid for me to actually go in, but of course my mom ran on in there like the Cali girl she is. Damn hippies. I just laid out or went walking with my sisters. I tried to stay protected because I've promised myself that I'll start taking better care of my skin. I've been burned so badly so many times that I'm scared of what I will look like in a few years, what with all the wrinkles and cancer. Nevertheless, I got all sorts of weird shaped sunburns, including a jaggedy part on my arm and a "slice of watermelon" on my ass.
I got a snow cone which is all I ever really want, so this was a really excellent day.
We went to Fridays afterwards; the service sucked and though my steak was cooked perfectly, it was only mediocre. I didn't like the fact that I told them I wanted my meat medium rare and it came out rare. I disliked this because I usually order my meat rare, but I knew that they'd do it wrong and not cook it the right way, so I had to adjust my order so the idiots could get it right unknowingly.
On Monday we went to the second greatest place in the whole wide world, DISNEYLAND (The first greatest is, of course, DISNEYWORLD). It was crowded as heck but so worth it. I love it there. I wish I could live at Disneyland. I am not joking. It is so magical and charming. Oooooh I wish I were there right this minute. My only complaint is that Space Mountain was closed down for renovations. It's opening again in July and it looks as if it's going to be awesome. Darn! Oh, another complaint is that the price of food is totally insane. I felt so so so guilty about eating anything, even though my mom kept getting mad at us for constantly freaking out about it. Last complaint is all the idiots with strollers. Actually, the strollers wouldn't be so bad in they weren't filled with infants. Why would you bring a tiny baby to Disneyland? Because you're an idiot, that's why. The first trip to Disneyland that I actually remember did not happen until I could actually walk and talk.
To make up for all the complaints, here's a list of awesomeness: JUNGLE CRUISE, PIRATES, HAUNTED MANSION, PRINCESSES, CHURROS, MATERHORN, SPLASH MOUNTAIN (which I got totally soaked on, which is rare and awesome), INDIANA JONES, STORYBOOK BOAT THING (The best ride EVER), PRINCESSES, SMALL WORLD, ALICE ON WONDERLAND ( = me), FIREWORKS!, IMAGINATION AT IT'S FINEST, etc etc.
On Tuesday we went to this place called the "Lab," the "anti-mall" or something like that. It was just a grouping of pretty cool stores trying to be cooler than they actually were. Whatev, I dig that shit, I cannot lie. I got some really cute clothes at Urban Outfitters. Then my "partner in crime," Mahrya came by and whisked me off to Hollywood. Saw her new apartment and met her fiance John, who was adorable and looks like her. I always worry about her and those boys, and I was so hoping that John was actually as great as she said he was. Thankfully, they seem very happy and compatible, he treats her well and is able to handle all of the stuff that comes along with the Mahrya package. I loved him, absolutely approve of him. Yay!
We walked to In'N'Out, which has the best burgers ever. On the way back we saw all these limos and people all dressed up (rather ghetto-fab, natch) and we all tried to figure out what was going on. Mahrya lives right down the street from that Chinese theatre, right in the heart of Hollywood, so it was obviously some sort of event or premiere. Mahrya guessed that it was the BET awards and she was absolutely correct. Awesome!
We hung around and talked, then headed to Amoeba, the BEST RECORD STORE ON EARTH. They have absolutely everything, imports, vinyl, rare and hard to find items new and used. I sound like an advertisement, but really it is truly phenomenal. They have stores in LA, San Fran and Berkeley, so if you are ever in those areas, check it out. I find that it is terribly difficult to go on there without an agenda, so I like to bring a list. Other people can just browse but I get overwhelmed by the literal millions of albums. The staff is also fantastic at recommending music. Obviously I love this place, and the fact that Mahrya can walk there makes me blindingly jealous. I dream about working there.
I didn't buy anything because I didn't have a list. Damn.
Drove up to the hills to feed Mahrya's friend Brigid's cat, drove back to her place, got Brazillian food, ate and watched Friends dvds until the wee hours of the morn. I slept on a comfy futon. Imagine that. We spent the next day lounging around being our stupid selves and talking talking.
Tired for now, so I guess
To Be Continued...