California knows how to party
|June 9, 2010||Posted by Lisa under Uncategorized|
If you could loop the following song in your head while you read this post, I’d be much obliged. And, if you are reading this while drinking a 40, go ahead and pour a little out for our homie, Tupac. Thanks in advance.
The Hoyts just did Cali. And, lo, how we rocked it. It was a too short 4 day trip, but very relaxing, and gave me and G some good time to sit and stare at each other and contemplate the difference between what we have now and what we’ll have in 5 short months. Now: peace, quiet, and enough time for me to school him at Wheel of Fortune every weeknight and, if we are feeling crazy, on Saturdays, too. In less than 5 months: well, none of what we have now. But, a nice new person to love and someone new for George to talk to about Corvettes. Maybe her eyes won’t glaze over immediately like mine do! Sure, its a slim chance, but thats what dreams are all about.
It was a relaxing trip, but felt very different than others we’ve taken. And, I just realized while talking to a friend why. This was a sober vacation for me. I think the last time I had one of those I was 16. Since then, vacation has meant drinking more than I usually would and blaming it on the fact that I was on vacation. And, its fun, damnit. But, this was a little different. Instead of drinking, I ate. And, oh, how I did eat. I ate my way from Dana Point all the way up to Huntington Beach and back. It was delish. I had shrimp and lobster tails and steak and breakfast buffets and dessert. Dessert in the form of BUTTER CAKE which, if you have not had one, you must, and, soon. They serve it at Mastro’s in Newport Beach and, yes, its as bad for you as it sounds, and, yes, its equally as delectable. I might have had a naughty dream about butter cake last night. I miss it so.
Other than eating, we laid around the pool and did a little sightseeing. We visited the Mission San Juan Capistrano, http://www.missionsjc.com/. It was old, amazing and full of flowers and history. It was one of the most gorgeous gardens I’ve ever had the pleasure to see, and George learned some new camera tricks:
Then, he stood by the pretty flowers so I could take a pic. He didn’t gripe at all about it.
George took a pic of me and the pretty flowers. I might have griped a little.
Then, we went on a dolphin/whale watching tour. A 2 hour tour turned into a 4 1/2 hour tour when we spotted a blue whale and our captain chased it so we could get a better look. It was AMAZING. We boated along about 800 dolphins and the whale was the last thing we saw. I had a very “Grand Canyon”-esq moment, floating alongside this giant animal who was so docile and quiet. Made me feel a little small and insignificant. Especially when I realized I’d run out of batteries about 10 minutes before spotting the whale. Figures.
I did get a couple shots of dolphins:
The next day we shopped (George’s suggestion, because he kicks ass) and ate and ate and ate (insert butter cake here) and got ready to return home.
Our 3rd anniversary and my 31st birthday were the day after we got back.* So, on Tuesday, to celebrate both occasions, I played hookey from work to sleep and recoop from all of the relaxing we did in Cali. It was heaven.
So, thanks, California. You were awesome, yet again. I hope to see you next year with a baby on my hip!
*When people find out that I got married on my birthday, they usually say something like, “Oh, how neat.” I quickly correct them by telling them it was the worst decision I’ve ever made in my life. George get’s off the hook with one present (in this case, “a trip to California”… like that’s a big deal. Whatevs.)