First, I would like to say, can you believe that? I thought I was the only one who reads this thing. My mom doesn't even read it anymore. Maybe someone will find this and my blog will be bought and then I'll get paid to write it. The possibilities are endless. I mean, let's face it: it IS really content-rich.
No, but seriously, I actually do have stuff of significance to write about this time because I did just go abroad to Hawaii. Well, fine, it was to California. But with a little bit of imagination, it could be Hawaii. There are beaches, mountains, surfing, palm trees, tourist traps, sand, people, a sky...
The trip started off with a 5 1/2-hour plane ride. Since the flight left at 10 a.m. (way too early in my book), I asked the stewardess for a blanket, curled up in a ball underneath the blanket and fell asleep. I looked like I was in an igloo.
After arriving in California at 1:30 p.m., I call Jacqui and this is how the conversation went:
Me: "Hey Jacqui!"
Jacqui: "You landed? Crap MOM I told you we should have left. No, I TOLD you."
Me: "Jacqui, it's ok. Don't worry about it!"
Jacqui: "Are you still on the plane?"
Me: "Nope, I'm at baggage claim."
Jacqui: "You're not even on the plane?! MOM she's not even on the plane! I told you we should have left. We're coming right now! Sorry!"
So, I waited outside in the beautiful weather. Jacqui's house was so nice. I'm talking hot tubs. We did a lot, including go to the donkey farm where the donkey that the Shrek donkey was based off of lived. I'm pretty much famous now by association.
We also went to Santa Cruz to go to the beach, boardwalk and rides. This was an adventure. This is also where I found out that Jacqui drives like a grandma. Seriously. I asked her if I should call my friend while I was sitting in the passenger seat and she reacted as though I was crazy. "We'll call when we get to the beach. I need to focus on the road!"
We got to the amusement park and Jacqui wanted to go on this ride called "Fireball." I'm all for amusement parks, but I do NOT do scary rides. And let me tell you, this one looked CRAZY, flipping all over the place. But Jacqui's been on it before and she assured me it's not scary and it doesn't go upside down. And not to mention, this 5 year-old girl who was eavesdropping on our conversation looked at me and said, "it's not scary." Rather rudely, if you asked me.
Two seconds later, I'm a bajillion feet in the air, staring at the ground. My sunglasses had flown off to who knows where (most likely the other side of the amusement park) and Jacqui is screaming in my ear saying, "AHHHHH I forgot it went upside down AHHHHHH." SURE Jacqui, SURE.
It was around this time that I figured it was best to leave Jacqui and head to Southern California to see my buds, Amy and Jonah.
Amy lives on top of a mountain, so imagine swimming at her house and looking out at the view. It was incredible. We went to Malibu beach, Hollywood, and she took me on a tour of Calabasas where I pet miniature horses. We went to a park where celebs like to hang out and I totally saw Cher's dogwalker (a.k.a a random woman walking a dog) and Tom Cruise's son (does he even have a son?).
We then went to L.A. and Jonah took us to Beverly Hills and Venice Beach and to my favorite new restaurant, "Diddy Reese," where they served fresh cookies, and made you ice cream sandwiches for $1.50. The guy who worked there is the only guy in the world who thought I was funny. I liked him.
Then we went on the Jimmy Kimmel show (well, I mean as part of the audience. Not onstage. But with my blog being as popular as it is, who knows). We thought Ice Cube was going to be on it, but it turned out Drew Barrymore was on it! And Jimmy Kimmel. It was fun times.
On the flight back, the woman sitting next to me did everything I did. She ordered the food I ordered, the drink I ordered and when I started cooing to the baby in front of us, she did it too. And I'm not talking coincidentally ordering the same thing: she asked me what it was I got, and then ordered it. Weird.
Overall, great trip!
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