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07 August 2006 @ 04:08 am
What I Did on My Summer Vacation  
Now that both smolder and lugonn have posted their reports, I feel compelled to begin mine. At 4 am. When I have to be up in 4 hours. I can't get this time-zone thing right.



To begin with, I told Rob I'd buy him presents. He said not to. So of course I did.

Wednesday I had an uneventful flight out to CA. I had a layover in Phoenix, and bought a jalapeno-flavored gummy cactus for Rob, as well as a margarita-flavored lollipop with a scorpion in it. Because I could. Muahahaha. Landed in Ontario, where it was hot. The theme of the weekend was "It is Fucking Hot," with variations including "It is Death-Valley Level Hot," "Dryness Doesn't Make It Less Hot," and "Oh By the Way, the Air Conditioning Is Broken."

Went to my sister Karina's house. My God. I am so happy for her. She has a wonderful, incredible house, which she got for a wonderful, incredible price. 4 bedrooms. 3 bathrooms. Fireplace, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances that don't smudge. A backyard with a little river and koi pond. All for just over half a million. In SoCal, that's practically giving it away. She's inland, of course, which is a shame (AND VERY HOT) but for that house, I totally understand. Her husband travels all over for his job, but they're only half an hour from the Ontario airport. And she works at home, so no worries on commuting for her. So lucky! I would be jealous if I didn't have a house that I'm in love with. :)

Upon arriving, I went to bed and slept for 16 hours. This is not unusual. I don't travel well.

I laid about on Thursday, and on Friday went further inland to socialize with Grandma and borrow the car. Due to traffic (and the fact that I wasn't driving-- see below) we got there just after the point I was supposed to leave and drive in to Hollywood to see schmecky in a play. I felt very wrong running in, yelling "Hi, Grandma! Thanks for the car!" and running back out. But I did it anyway. I spent time with her later, so it was okay. :)

Took off on what I expected to be a three-hour drive (with traffic) to Hollywood. This is where my Amazing Traffic Karma began. For some reason, everytime I drove, there was hardly any traffic. I made it early to everything. It was weird. It's SoCal, ergo traffic. But it was remarkably light. Given that I have bad luck with almost everything else lately, this was a nice surprise.

I got to the club only to realize I couldn't remember bananadiameter's name, who held the reservations. Panic might have ensued, but I was saved by schmecky's appearance. She directed me to the table, where I met bananadiameter, bohostar, and other non-LJ people.
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Now that both <lj user="smolder"> and <lj user="lugonn"> have posted their reports, I feel compelled to begin mine. At 4 am. When I have to be up in 4 hours. I can't get this time-zone thing right.

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To begin with, I told Rob I'd buy him presents. He said not to. So of course I did.

Wednesday I had an uneventful flight out to CA. I had a layover in Phoenix, and bought a jalapeno-flavored gummy cactus for Rob, as well as a margarita-flavored lollipop with a scorpion in it. Because I could. Muahahaha. Landed in Ontario, where it was hot. The theme of the weekend was "It is Fucking Hot," with variations including "It is Death-Valley Level Hot," "Dryness Doesn't Make It Less Hot," and "Oh By the Way, the Air Conditioning Is Broken."

Went to my sister Karina's house. My God. I am so happy for her. She has a wonderful, incredible house, which she got for a wonderful, incredible price. 4 bedrooms. 3 bathrooms. Fireplace, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances that don't smudge. A backyard with a little river and koi pond. All for just over half a million. In SoCal, that's practically giving it away. She's inland, of course, which is a shame (AND VERY HOT) but for that house, I totally understand. Her husband travels all over for his job, but they're only half an hour from the Ontario airport. And she works at home, so no worries on commuting for her. So lucky! I would be jealous if I didn't have a house that I'm in love with. :)

Upon arriving, I went to bed and slept for 16 hours. This is not unusual. I don't travel well.

I laid about on Thursday, and on Friday went further inland to socialize with Grandma and borrow the car. Due to traffic (and the fact that I wasn't driving-- see below) we got there just after the point I was supposed to leave and drive in to Hollywood to see <lj user="schmecky"> in a play. I felt very wrong running in, yelling "Hi, Grandma! Thanks for the car!" and running back out. But I did it anyway. I spent time with her later, so it was okay. :)

Took off on what I expected to be a three-hour drive (with traffic) to Hollywood. This is where my Amazing Traffic Karma began. For some reason, everytime I drove, there was hardly any traffic. I made it early to everything. It was weird. It's SoCal, ergo traffic. But it was remarkably light. Given that I have bad luck with almost everything else lately, this was a nice surprise.

I got to the club only to realize I couldn't remember <lj user="bananadiameter">'s name, who held the reservations. Panic might have ensued, but I was saved by <lj user="schmecky">'s appearance. She directed me to the table, where I met <lj user="bananadiameter">, <lj user="bohostar">, and other non-LJ people. <lj-user="schmecky">, btw, is little and even prettier than she is on TV.

The play was fantastic. Called "Easy Targets," it is a series of short one-man shows that parody all kinds of one-man shows that people do IRL. There was a bad Shakespeare show (which would have won brava reviews at a renfaire), a bad coming-out show (Hi, Dad! I'M GAY!), a storyteller (who is MAGIC and has IMAGINATION), and <lj user="schmecky"> who told the story of her discovery of her Scottish roots, and her trip to "Lotch Ness" and meeting with Nessie. What's awesome about this show is they distribute bags of rolled-up socks. You are to hurl the socks at the performers when they do or say something egregious. If you run out of socks, they sell them, 4 for $1, in between each show. I spent more than I should have. (Along with the Cursed Heat, this was another theme of this vacation.)

Post-show, we went out for drinks. Then I drove back home.

Saturday was spent sleeping. That night, we were supposed to meet with the many relatives in town for this wedding, and have a bonfire at Huntington Beach. This did not happen because the organizers failed to secure a bonfire site. Also, it rained. Hard. We parked near the Huntington pier-- or so we thought. Actually, we were about a mile and a half away. Hot, blistery, and tired, we walked to the pier to meet the relatives, then tried to eat at the pier diner, then when they couldn't seat us walked down to wait for a table at some restaurant. My blood sugar was dropping and I was rapidly getting emotional. I knew it was a blood sugar issue, and (I thought) managed to restrain myself admirably from screaming at everyone.

Waited around for the restaurant, only to discover after an hour of waiting that it was 21+, and you needed ID. We had underage members of the family, and I didn't have my ID, because dude, I thought we were eating hot dogs on the beach and I didn't expect to get carded for that.

Eventually, all relatives gave up and went away. The five of us (parents, sister+husband, and me) went to a restaurant and were seated right away, it now being 11 pm and we being five rather than twenty. Whew. I think it was my first full meal of the day. Felt so much better afterward.

Next day was the wedding. More on that in the next post.