It has been a busy time. Birthday parties, weddings, Fathers' Day, house guests, and all the clean-up that goes into those activities has kept me off the blog for a while. As a result, you get blurbs about a bunch of stuff I wanted to mention. Here goes:
Alice in Wonderland Meh. I remember walking out of a movie last year and seeing a giant poster of Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter, and I was disappointed to find out that I had to wait almost a year to see him in Alice in Wonderland. When Tim Burton and Johnny Depp joined forces for Edward Scissorhands, it was genius. They have a history of creativity and quirkiness that I was looking forward to in Alice. However, I was disappointed. The story wasn't all that compelling, the girl that played Alice was kind of blah, and I found both queens really annoying. So, thumbs down from me on that one.
Toy Story 3 Maybe I was disappointed with Alice in Wonderland because I had just seen this movie. Wow. I feel like where Disney is involved, they are fortunate if a sequel isn't super duper awful. And I made the mistake of watching The Little Mermaid III, which was not only awful, but barf worthy. So thank heavens for Pixar. Toy Story came out when I was a freshman in college, and, like the rest of the world, I fell in love with Woody, Buzz, Ham, Potato Head and Slinky Dog. Toy Story 2 was a pleasant surprise, and endeared me to Jesse and Bullseye as well. After 2 extremely successful movies, I was skeptical that the third would measure up. I worried that the writers would just recycle the last two movies and it would end the trilogy in a huge let down. NOT SO. Not only was it just as funny (if not funnier) as the first two, it was sweet and heart-warming and original. It had my 5-year-old laughing hysterically, my mom rolling in the aisles, and me giggling quite a lot. And it had me getting a little misty. Okay, a lot misty. At least 3 times. It is one of those movies I'm not dreading to watch 500 times when we get it on DVD for the kids. Two enthusiastic thumbs up. Fine summer fun.
The Buffy/Angel Vampirepalooza It's summer. Summer=crappy TV. I have one TV show recording on my DVR right now that's not for Jacob. Ugh. So hooray for Netflix streaming. I was browsing the Netflix instant selections on the website and came across the TV show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and, on a whim, added all 7 seasons. And for good measure, I also found Angel and added all 5 seasons. So now I get my David Boreanez fix. I decided to watch Buffy because I remembered being in college when it came out, and I'm pretty sure it was on a night I was out playing with my friends, so I missed the whole phenomenon. Here's what I think so far: Creepy demons with extra cheese is just what this summer ordered. The first 3 seasons of Buffy are her high school years, and mostly consist of a Great Evil threatening the annhilation of mankind and Buffy and her pals kicking evil's butt. Angel, a vampire with a soul, skulks around and gives the gang little nuggets of information that is usually the key to vanquishing the demons. Plus he's Buffy's boyfriend, except when he turns evil and kills and tortures her friends. Then Buffy goes to college and Angel leaves for LA, because things just aren't working out with the Buffster. (Can we say spin-off?) The college years are a bit skankified on Buffy, but Spike enters the scene and provides hilarity and amusement. As for Angel, the series, I'm thoroughly enjoying it. It's a little more dark and brooding, but has great story lines and fun characters. All in all, it's making my summer a little more fun. Whee!
That's it for now. Time to hand off the computer to my hubby.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Bits of Everything
I'm a little scattered. Here's what's on my mind today:
1. So You Think You Can Dance I love this show. I'm using the word love here. But I get really annoyed with the inflated egos of the judges and producers, who lord their power over these poor kids whose hopes and dreams are resting on their answers. Seriously, do you really need to be sure they are crying tears of devastation before you give them the good news? It's cruel. My least favorite part of these talent shows is the first few episodes, when the judges narrow it down to the top 20, or, this season, the top 10 dancers. What I am happy about is that, since they decided to bring back past contestants to partner up with the current contestants, they chose to bring back Dominic. He was my super fave, and it should be fun to see how Kat Deeley fights off his numerous advances this time around.
2. My Head is a Giant Cornflake For some reason, I can't seem to keep a thought in my head for more than about 5 minutes (which means this post is taking me forever to write). I have no idea why this is happening, but as a result, I have been a real nuisance lately. My son's birthday party is Friday, and it will be completely my fault if no one shows up, because, thanks to my ridiculous ditziness, I didn't get the invitations out until today. I completely spaced watching my friend's kids, and all I had to do was remember for 24 hours that I was going to watch them. While I was playing piano in Relief Society today, I kept getting distracted and losing my place, which meant bigtime trainwrecks in the middle of what were supposed to be calming hymns, and those poor ladies had to suffer through it.
3. Finally, Some Pretty Toes for the Summer (now where's the Summer?) I wear flip flops for 9 months out of the year. I love the comfort and breeziness of a nice pair of Reefs, but flip flop wearing means rough, callused heels with lovely little cracks. My toenails get kind of gnarly, and I usually have chipped polish that looks slapped on (because it was). So why have I waited until I'm 32 years old to get a pedicure? I really don't know. I jumped at the chance to go with my friend over the weekend. My nasty calluses were scraped, my feet and calves were exfoliated, and my toenails are a pretty deep shade of red with cute little flowers on the big toes. And now I can wear my flip flops with my head held high (although mostly I keep looking down at my shiny toenails).
1. So You Think You Can Dance I love this show. I'm using the word love here. But I get really annoyed with the inflated egos of the judges and producers, who lord their power over these poor kids whose hopes and dreams are resting on their answers. Seriously, do you really need to be sure they are crying tears of devastation before you give them the good news? It's cruel. My least favorite part of these talent shows is the first few episodes, when the judges narrow it down to the top 20, or, this season, the top 10 dancers. What I am happy about is that, since they decided to bring back past contestants to partner up with the current contestants, they chose to bring back Dominic. He was my super fave, and it should be fun to see how Kat Deeley fights off his numerous advances this time around.
2. My Head is a Giant Cornflake For some reason, I can't seem to keep a thought in my head for more than about 5 minutes (which means this post is taking me forever to write). I have no idea why this is happening, but as a result, I have been a real nuisance lately. My son's birthday party is Friday, and it will be completely my fault if no one shows up, because, thanks to my ridiculous ditziness, I didn't get the invitations out until today. I completely spaced watching my friend's kids, and all I had to do was remember for 24 hours that I was going to watch them. While I was playing piano in Relief Society today, I kept getting distracted and losing my place, which meant bigtime trainwrecks in the middle of what were supposed to be calming hymns, and those poor ladies had to suffer through it.
3. Finally, Some Pretty Toes for the Summer (now where's the Summer?) I wear flip flops for 9 months out of the year. I love the comfort and breeziness of a nice pair of Reefs, but flip flop wearing means rough, callused heels with lovely little cracks. My toenails get kind of gnarly, and I usually have chipped polish that looks slapped on (because it was). So why have I waited until I'm 32 years old to get a pedicure? I really don't know. I jumped at the chance to go with my friend over the weekend. My nasty calluses were scraped, my feet and calves were exfoliated, and my toenails are a pretty deep shade of red with cute little flowers on the big toes. And now I can wear my flip flops with my head held high (although mostly I keep looking down at my shiny toenails).
Thursday, May 20, 2010
What?
That was my reaction to the Lost series finale. After 6 seasons of a riddle wrapped in an enigma surrounded by mystery, I was looking forward to some answers. Who in the heck is that Japanese guy that "tested" Sayid by drowning him and torturing him? How did he get to the island, and what did he have to do with Jacob and the Man in Black? What was Walt's deal? Remember back when he kept showing up with water dripping from his mouth, muttering something creepy? And the whole thing about Juliet saying, "It worked" after she set off the nuclear bomb?
I was expecting at least a few of those questions to get answered by the end of the series. And THEY DIDN'T. AT ALL. Argh. I admit, I did enjoy seeing the alternate lives of the survivors. I liked seeing them find each other. I bawled my eyes out when Charlie and Claire were reunited, and again when Sawyer and Juliet found each other. I did enjoy all of that, and it was fun to see Boone again (not that I haven't seen him on Vampire Diaries) and Shannon and Juliet. But I really don't understand why they chose to spend an entire season, especially the final season, on one simple concept--how they find each other to get to heaven. They spent the other 5 seasons throwing one question after another at the audience, only to leave them hanging there, unanswered. Not cool. It doesn't change the fact that I absolutely love the show, and think the creators were completely genius. They just didn't deliver when it came to wrapping up the show. Imagine the Harry Potter series ending without knowing what happened to half the characters. That's how I felt. What did you think?
I was expecting at least a few of those questions to get answered by the end of the series. And THEY DIDN'T. AT ALL. Argh. I admit, I did enjoy seeing the alternate lives of the survivors. I liked seeing them find each other. I bawled my eyes out when Charlie and Claire were reunited, and again when Sawyer and Juliet found each other. I did enjoy all of that, and it was fun to see Boone again (not that I haven't seen him on Vampire Diaries) and Shannon and Juliet. But I really don't understand why they chose to spend an entire season, especially the final season, on one simple concept--how they find each other to get to heaven. They spent the other 5 seasons throwing one question after another at the audience, only to leave them hanging there, unanswered. Not cool. It doesn't change the fact that I absolutely love the show, and think the creators were completely genius. They just didn't deliver when it came to wrapping up the show. Imagine the Harry Potter series ending without knowing what happened to half the characters. That's how I felt. What did you think?
Saturday, May 8, 2010
15 years older
On May 25, 1995, my friends and I graduated from high school in a class of over 700 seniors. So, happy 15 years! I found my stack of dance pictures from back in the day, scanned them in, and was looking through them this morning. I thought I'd share a few highlights from the olden days (I know this post is totally dating me, especially once you see the clothes). I need to add here that I have loads of incriminating pictures from band tour, some of which involve underwear on friends' heads in the middle of the night, as well as sneak pics of BTRs and snoozing band geeks. I thought using dance pictures would be nicer, because we're all dressed up fancy. Including myself.
My first date:
The Best Part: Getting to borrow my sister's shirt, which I had had my eye on for months.
The Worst Part: The belching contest at the table. I had no idea boys were that gross. At that point my only brother was 8.
Junior Prom, Spring, 1994:
The Best Part: It was the Big Dance. Cool place, fun group. Plus, look at that maroon velvet with the huge lace collar. Fancy!
The Worst Part: That moment when my heel caught on the fountain hose and caused a huge rupture that brought the dance to a screeching halt while they got the fountain turned off and the huge pool in the middle of the rotunda mopped up. Oops. Not a proud moment.
A Group Date, literally. All the girls asked all the boys.
The Best Part: 12 tight friends, all having fun together without the pressure of impressing your date. And who doesn't love a Hawaiian theme?
The Worst Part: There was a fountain there, and with my history, at least 200 people had to point out the fountain to make sure I wouldn't ruin this dance, too. At least this time they had the hose secured.
The Death Group:
I'm starting with The Worst Part first: A certain driver missed a turn in the canyon and parked her station wagon in a tree. No one was hurt, but it was quite the shock.
The Good Part: My date was one of my best friends instead of some guy I'd only talked to twice, which meant we could deal with it without embarrassment. Also, he had a 15-passenger van and saved the day. Plus, everyone in that group kind of bonded over what could have been a tragedy.
Prom, Senior year:
The Best Part: Everything. It was a blast. Fun date, fun group, no fountain mishaps.
The Worst Part: It was one of our last high school hoohahs.
Since then, some of us have lost touch. We've scattered across the country. Some of us have dated each other, some of us have married each other. There have been lots of babies, lots of college, illness, and the inevitable entrance into our thirties (Oy). I know I'm waxing a bit sentimental, but high school was full of good times and excellent friends. I'm looking forward to the next chance we have to reunite and catch up. Cheers, class of '95.
My first date:
The Worst Part: The belching contest at the table. I had no idea boys were that gross. At that point my only brother was 8.
Junior Prom, Spring, 1994:
The Worst Part: That moment when my heel caught on the fountain hose and caused a huge rupture that brought the dance to a screeching halt while they got the fountain turned off and the huge pool in the middle of the rotunda mopped up. Oops. Not a proud moment.
A Group Date, literally. All the girls asked all the boys.
The Worst Part: There was a fountain there, and with my history, at least 200 people had to point out the fountain to make sure I wouldn't ruin this dance, too. At least this time they had the hose secured.
The Death Group:
The Good Part: My date was one of my best friends instead of some guy I'd only talked to twice, which meant we could deal with it without embarrassment. Also, he had a 15-passenger van and saved the day. Plus, everyone in that group kind of bonded over what could have been a tragedy.
Prom, Senior year:
The Worst Part: It was one of our last high school hoohahs.
Since then, some of us have lost touch. We've scattered across the country. Some of us have dated each other, some of us have married each other. There have been lots of babies, lots of college, illness, and the inevitable entrance into our thirties (Oy). I know I'm waxing a bit sentimental, but high school was full of good times and excellent friends. I'm looking forward to the next chance we have to reunite and catch up. Cheers, class of '95.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Reality TV Wasteland
I think it has finally happened. I’m bored with reality TV. I turn on Dancing With the Stars as background while I get stuff done, and I hardly ever really notice who’s dancing or what the judges are saying. I think Bruno has done me in. I just don’t care that much anymore. And I forward through everything but the weigh-ins on The Biggest Loser now, and even the weigh-ins barely keep my attention. I’m not interested in the weeping, the screaming, the back-biting and the challenges anymore. The other day, when I was blogging about my current shows, I couldn’t for the life of me remember a single contestant name from America’s Next Top Model. I could barely remember what the photo shoot was, which is really my favorite part. (It really is amazing how a bunch of gawky 19-year-olds can turn beautiful with a lot of makeup and a fancy dress.)
Here’s why I think this has happened:
1) Netflix streaming. I have a gazillion things waiting in my instant queue. Why waste my time watching other people scream at each other? Although not many movies are available for streaming, lots of TV shows are, and that gives me hours of shows that don’t involve real people and their personal lives being displayed for the world.
2) The bad weather. My patience is very thin these days. It’s May, and IT’S SNOWING. So watching a bunch of people yelling at each other and hearing countless bleeps while Jillian screams and cusses at people while they sweat themselves to death really isn’t that fun to me. Maybe if I sat down after spending the afternoon out in the yard, smelling the new grass and feeling the sun on my back, I would be able to tolerate it. But I get to hear my boys screeching at incredibly high decibel levels and hear myself snapping back at them all day. It’s enough yelling and noise.
3) There’s just a lot of TV going on right now. It’s easy to pare down to the good stuff, and most reality TV doesn’t fit in.
We will soon be entering into rerun desolation, and at that point, I may reassess my feelings on reality TV. But I still have 3 seasons of Bones to watch on Netflix. I doubt I’ll give in. Maybe. Except for “So You Think You Can Dance.” That’s a good show.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
A few TV thoughts
You knew it was coming...
Dancing With The Stars I have a few things to say about the current season:
1. Did anyone else feel kind of uncomfortable watching someone as respected as Buzz Aldrin dance so terribly? His sweet partner did her best, but he was meant for more dignified things, like walking on the moon. Also, his wife gave me nightmares.
2. Hallelujah that Kate Gosselin is gone. Double horrors that she made it as long as she did. She always looked grumpy and pouted every time Tony asked anything of her. She was awful. And I was horrified to find out that she is starting up yet another reality series exploiting--excuse me--starring her kids. SHAME ON HER!
3. Brooke Burke is doing great, but could they put a top on her dresses? Just a thought.
4. Derek Hough always gets the hot chicks, and I love that, as hot as they look, they're all kind of dorky. Nicole Scheringzer (sp?) of the Pussy Cat Dolls is no exception. It's nice to know that hot people like that can loosen up and join the rest of the human race in our general dweebhood. I think she's going to win...
5....but I'd actually like Evan Leczacek (could we get some easier names to spell please?) to win, because he seems like a fun guy. It's not that he's hot or anything, but I bet he'd be a great guy to have around at a barbecue. So what that he just got a gold medal. I like him and I want him to win. Not that I ever vote...
Bones You might be thinking, "Wait, she hasn't mentioned that one. Is she adding another TV show to her already full list?" Yep. Here's the thing: I now watch Biggest Loser in fast forward, if at all, because I am fed up with Jillian's therapy sessions. I have eliminated The Bachelor/Bachelorette from my line-up. And Project Runway just finished up for the season. I had some free space, plus I can stream it from Netflix! A few friends of mine recommended "Bones" to me, but I never was all that interested, once I heard what it was about. A forensic anthropologist and an FBI agent team up to solve murders by examining the victims' bodies. Once I heard "victims' bodies" I tuned out. I get scared easily, and one of my secret fears is coming across a dead body while hiking or walking around in a big city. But I finally decided to give it a try, and now I'm hooked. Yes, it has its extremely gruesome moments, and it deals with terrible crimes that really happen, but I can't stop watching it. Here are my reasons:
1. Geek-o-mania. I love watching super smart people look at a tiny shard of bone and say, "This came from a female that was 22 years old and played tennis regularly." Not all that realistic, I'm sure, but fascinating.
2. The main characters are intriguing and compelling. Take Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan, a super genius that is absolutely gorgeous, but extremely unlikeable to those she encounters. She's just too darn smart to get what other people are talking about. And she has no idea how to interact with them. Agent Booth (David Boreanez, or, more widely known as Angel from the Buffy and Angel series) is a former sniper who serves the FBI and is driven by his need to atone for the deaths he caused in his sniper days. He sees each case as a chance to erase a murder he committed in the past. And let's face it. He's easy on the eyes.
3. It's really really interesting. Enough so that I have continued watching, despite the gross factor that exists in most episodes.
I'm only on Season One, but I'm looking forward to the character development as the seasons progress.
Lost !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ??????????????????????? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Vampire Diaries I don't care who you are. This show is WICKED AWESOME. I think a show can be judged by how well they handle the bad guy. (Hello, Guy of Gisborne.) He can either be obviously evil, blah blah blah, what diabolical plan will he come up with next, who cares why he is evil, he just is bad. OR he can be a tortured, complicated character with a hint of a conscience and a past that gets revealed one tasty nugget at a time. Enter Damon (Ian Somerholder, or Boone to those Lost fans out there): dark and wicked, flashy and seductive, with a little bit of a soft side. When I started Season One, I was sure it was going to be another run-of-the-mill CW night time soap (and there are elements of that, of course), but instead I got a better version of Twilight. Not that the story is the same, but vampires are at the core of the story, and there is a vampire who struggles to stay away from human blood and is drawn to a beautiful human girl. That's where things depart from the Twilight Saga. There is the evil brother, a mysterious girlfriend from the past, a history teacher with a secret, and a town that dates back before the Civil War that is full of mystery and monsters. Are you interested? Thursdays on the CW. Ow ow!
I'm done for now. I've got TV to watch.
Dancing With The Stars I have a few things to say about the current season:
1. Did anyone else feel kind of uncomfortable watching someone as respected as Buzz Aldrin dance so terribly? His sweet partner did her best, but he was meant for more dignified things, like walking on the moon. Also, his wife gave me nightmares.
2. Hallelujah that Kate Gosselin is gone. Double horrors that she made it as long as she did. She always looked grumpy and pouted every time Tony asked anything of her. She was awful. And I was horrified to find out that she is starting up yet another reality series exploiting--excuse me--starring her kids. SHAME ON HER!
3. Brooke Burke is doing great, but could they put a top on her dresses? Just a thought.
4. Derek Hough always gets the hot chicks, and I love that, as hot as they look, they're all kind of dorky. Nicole Scheringzer (sp?) of the Pussy Cat Dolls is no exception. It's nice to know that hot people like that can loosen up and join the rest of the human race in our general dweebhood. I think she's going to win...
5....but I'd actually like Evan Leczacek (could we get some easier names to spell please?) to win, because he seems like a fun guy. It's not that he's hot or anything, but I bet he'd be a great guy to have around at a barbecue. So what that he just got a gold medal. I like him and I want him to win. Not that I ever vote...
Bones You might be thinking, "Wait, she hasn't mentioned that one. Is she adding another TV show to her already full list?" Yep. Here's the thing: I now watch Biggest Loser in fast forward, if at all, because I am fed up with Jillian's therapy sessions. I have eliminated The Bachelor/Bachelorette from my line-up. And Project Runway just finished up for the season. I had some free space, plus I can stream it from Netflix! A few friends of mine recommended "Bones" to me, but I never was all that interested, once I heard what it was about. A forensic anthropologist and an FBI agent team up to solve murders by examining the victims' bodies. Once I heard "victims' bodies" I tuned out. I get scared easily, and one of my secret fears is coming across a dead body while hiking or walking around in a big city. But I finally decided to give it a try, and now I'm hooked. Yes, it has its extremely gruesome moments, and it deals with terrible crimes that really happen, but I can't stop watching it. Here are my reasons:
1. Geek-o-mania. I love watching super smart people look at a tiny shard of bone and say, "This came from a female that was 22 years old and played tennis regularly." Not all that realistic, I'm sure, but fascinating.
2. The main characters are intriguing and compelling. Take Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan, a super genius that is absolutely gorgeous, but extremely unlikeable to those she encounters. She's just too darn smart to get what other people are talking about. And she has no idea how to interact with them. Agent Booth (David Boreanez, or, more widely known as Angel from the Buffy and Angel series) is a former sniper who serves the FBI and is driven by his need to atone for the deaths he caused in his sniper days. He sees each case as a chance to erase a murder he committed in the past. And let's face it. He's easy on the eyes.
3. It's really really interesting. Enough so that I have continued watching, despite the gross factor that exists in most episodes.
I'm only on Season One, but I'm looking forward to the character development as the seasons progress.
Lost !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ??????????????????????? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Vampire Diaries I don't care who you are. This show is WICKED AWESOME. I think a show can be judged by how well they handle the bad guy. (Hello, Guy of Gisborne.) He can either be obviously evil, blah blah blah, what diabolical plan will he come up with next, who cares why he is evil, he just is bad. OR he can be a tortured, complicated character with a hint of a conscience and a past that gets revealed one tasty nugget at a time. Enter Damon (Ian Somerholder, or Boone to those Lost fans out there): dark and wicked, flashy and seductive, with a little bit of a soft side. When I started Season One, I was sure it was going to be another run-of-the-mill CW night time soap (and there are elements of that, of course), but instead I got a better version of Twilight. Not that the story is the same, but vampires are at the core of the story, and there is a vampire who struggles to stay away from human blood and is drawn to a beautiful human girl. That's where things depart from the Twilight Saga. There is the evil brother, a mysterious girlfriend from the past, a history teacher with a secret, and a town that dates back before the Civil War that is full of mystery and monsters. Are you interested? Thursdays on the CW. Ow ow!
I'm done for now. I've got TV to watch.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Trippin'
Winter has been long. I mean, L-O-N-G long. Yes, there's been snow and rain, but kids can handle snow. A coat and some gloves, and you can toss them out there for hours. But not if their noses are running, they are coughing incessently, and there is occasional vomiting. Then even a coat won't get them out of the house. So an escape from the house was just what the doctor ordered for this caged in mommy. Two of my besties and I hopped in the car and drove to San Francisco for a much-needed weekend of fun. Here are some highlights:
The grand entrance into San Francisco over the Bay Bridge:
A trip to China Town, which included a lot of shopping at jewelry stores, lots of walking, and a disgusting, overpriced lunch that consisted of mystery meat disguised as chicken but did not taste like chicken and fried rice that tasted like old fish.
After our NASTOLA lunch, we made a hasty departure from China Town and headed to Fisherman's Wharf, did more shopping, and introduced Stacie to the joy of Coldstone Creamery. The wind inspired me to try out my new hat:
After hoofing it all day, we hopped the cable car back to the hotel. We were among the lucky few that didn't have to hang on for dear life on the outside the whole way back, although we experienced that on our way to China Town. Sitting down and enjoying the ride allowed us to look around at the amazing buildings and vistas that are all over San Francisco. Plus we got to take pictures of each other without risking our lives or dropping our cameras in the street:
We headed to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, and got seated out on the roof, which gave us an amazing view of Union Square. We ate, we laughed, we people-watched, and we had the waiter take our picture:
The grand entrance into San Francisco over the Bay Bridge:
Our small but swanky hotel room (there's even a chandelier, but it didn't make it into the picture):
A trip to China Town, which included a lot of shopping at jewelry stores, lots of walking, and a disgusting, overpriced lunch that consisted of mystery meat disguised as chicken but did not taste like chicken and fried rice that tasted like old fish.
After our NASTOLA lunch, we made a hasty departure from China Town and headed to Fisherman's Wharf, did more shopping, and introduced Stacie to the joy of Coldstone Creamery. The wind inspired me to try out my new hat:
After hoofing it all day, we hopped the cable car back to the hotel. We were among the lucky few that didn't have to hang on for dear life on the outside the whole way back, although we experienced that on our way to China Town. Sitting down and enjoying the ride allowed us to look around at the amazing buildings and vistas that are all over San Francisco. Plus we got to take pictures of each other without risking our lives or dropping our cameras in the street:
We headed to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, and got seated out on the roof, which gave us an amazing view of Union Square. We ate, we laughed, we people-watched, and we had the waiter take our picture:
The day ended 4 necklaces, one Chinese purse, one new hat, and a full tummy later.
And, of course, the whole point of going to San Francisco:
One word: AWESOME.
After the musical, my cousin Anne picked us up and drove us around Golden Gate park, which was gorgeous. Then she took us to a restaurant whose name escapes me right now, but dinner was a lot of fun. Kalamari was tasted, halibut was ordered (by me, a big wimp when it comes to trying seafood and fish dishes), and the evening was enjoyed:
Then it was time to go home. :(
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