Went to California
Went to California.
Josh has 30 days of leave that would poof at the end of the year, so he decided to take them all at once (which isn't actually the easiest thing to live through but work gets me out of the house on occasion) and I took one week off of work. Last Saturday we got on a plane, got re-routed through Chicago, and arrived at LAX at 11pm west coast time, where his dad picked us up. He lives about an hour out, north and east-ish, in Corona.
I met his Dad and two older sisters, Beth and Sara. Beth, i think, is married to a Lexus car salesman, and while Beth was very cool and the sort of person i'd hang out with, hubby was far too excited about everything, bursting with opinions that bounced and changed based on minimal experience. A good car dealer. They were on their way for their own vacation, to San Francisco i think, but we (Josh+I+dad+dad' girlfriend) met them at a casino in between wherever they were and wherever we were. Josh made $15. Beth made around $20. Beth's hubby lost around $70 at slots which are so amazing and easy you should to stick to table games, and I kept my hands off. We ate at the casino's buffet.
OMG food! Crazy tons of rather good food, and an entire bakery's worth of desserts i was drooling over. Of course it was like $20 a person to get in, but goodness we all ate way too much XD
Monday we went to California Adventure, which is sorta conjoined with Disney Land but we didn't actually go in to Disneyland. I think King's Island is better. We had a bit of frustration trying to get to the right train stop on the metro, because we didn't have the information on all of the different lines running, but got there eventually.
Tuesday i refused to walk several hours at a time, so we took a taxi out the Corona regional airport, where there is a flying school, and josh found himself an instructor and a tiny little plane and we all went for a fly around the valley for a half hour. Landing was a bit sketchy since the only thing in that plane the instructor couldn't take over was....the brakes...
We survived.
Wednesday was pretty relaxing until Sara showed up. She's a party girl with a bad history of car wrecks and a complete lack of patience with her dad. Laughing and joking all the way, the sort of person who is the life of a party but you wouldn't want to take her home with you...
And then thursday was airport night again. The trip from Ontario CA to Houston was uneventful. When we landed in Houston and checked the departure board we were set to leave from gate B69-A and the departure time had been set back from 7:40 to 8:10 (two hours away). 20 minutes later after getting food, it was B67 and 8:10. I set a phone alarm to go off at 7:40, figuring that if we aren't hearing boarding calls we'll go check the departure board again and be where we need to be before they finish boarding. Except at 7:39 we hear PA announcements for final boarding call on flight to Savannah...at gate B79. What the hell?
The running that took us from the 60's arm of B concourse, down to the central round-about, and back up the arm to the 70's showed me how out of shape i've gotten, but we made the plane home.
I have decided that "vacations" stress me out.
Josh has 30 days of leave that would poof at the end of the year, so he decided to take them all at once (which isn't actually the easiest thing to live through but work gets me out of the house on occasion) and I took one week off of work. Last Saturday we got on a plane, got re-routed through Chicago, and arrived at LAX at 11pm west coast time, where his dad picked us up. He lives about an hour out, north and east-ish, in Corona.
I met his Dad and two older sisters, Beth and Sara. Beth, i think, is married to a Lexus car salesman, and while Beth was very cool and the sort of person i'd hang out with, hubby was far too excited about everything, bursting with opinions that bounced and changed based on minimal experience. A good car dealer. They were on their way for their own vacation, to San Francisco i think, but we (Josh+I+dad+dad' girlfriend) met them at a casino in between wherever they were and wherever we were. Josh made $15. Beth made around $20. Beth's hubby lost around $70 at slots which are so amazing and easy you should to stick to table games, and I kept my hands off. We ate at the casino's buffet.
OMG food! Crazy tons of rather good food, and an entire bakery's worth of desserts i was drooling over. Of course it was like $20 a person to get in, but goodness we all ate way too much XD
Monday we went to California Adventure, which is sorta conjoined with Disney Land but we didn't actually go in to Disneyland. I think King's Island is better. We had a bit of frustration trying to get to the right train stop on the metro, because we didn't have the information on all of the different lines running, but got there eventually.
Tuesday i refused to walk several hours at a time, so we took a taxi out the Corona regional airport, where there is a flying school, and josh found himself an instructor and a tiny little plane and we all went for a fly around the valley for a half hour. Landing was a bit sketchy since the only thing in that plane the instructor couldn't take over was....the brakes...
We survived.
Wednesday was pretty relaxing until Sara showed up. She's a party girl with a bad history of car wrecks and a complete lack of patience with her dad. Laughing and joking all the way, the sort of person who is the life of a party but you wouldn't want to take her home with you...
And then thursday was airport night again. The trip from Ontario CA to Houston was uneventful. When we landed in Houston and checked the departure board we were set to leave from gate B69-A and the departure time had been set back from 7:40 to 8:10 (two hours away). 20 minutes later after getting food, it was B67 and 8:10. I set a phone alarm to go off at 7:40, figuring that if we aren't hearing boarding calls we'll go check the departure board again and be where we need to be before they finish boarding. Except at 7:39 we hear PA announcements for final boarding call on flight to Savannah...at gate B79. What the hell?
The running that took us from the 60's arm of B concourse, down to the central round-about, and back up the arm to the 70's showed me how out of shape i've gotten, but we made the plane home.
I have decided that "vacations" stress me out.