California Day 1
Sunday, August 31st
Today is the day: off to the sunny side of the country. We
left the house at about 10:30am with hungry stomachs and luggage in hand. After
a quick pizza-stop at Whole Foods, we were on our way to DIA – at least that
was our intention. Luckily someone (read Mom) thought to check to make sure we
had extra strings for our violin and guitar. Violin? Check. Guitar? Ummm… Not
quite. We had broken a string earlier in the summer and then promptly proceeded
to forget about it. Luckily Google found us a guitar store that happened to be
open on Labor Day Sunday on the way to the airport. We got ourselves two packs
of strings (which turned out to be cheaper per pack than buying the bundled
three-packs, no thanks to my amazing mental math skills… Ha!) and were back on
the road.
We arrived at the airport, checked in our bags, and got a
large Screaming Orgasm from a nice lady at Jamba Juice (before you get too
freaked out Google the Jamba Juice secret menu). It was epic, but not quite as
delicious as the Thank You Jesus we tried last week.
After finishing our drinks, we proceeded through security to
the train. We had planned out our timing to leave us two hours to play on the
DIA train, but due to the string incident we ended up with only 45 minutes,
which flew by in no time at all. We pulled in a respectable $36: good
considering we played less than an hour but very pale in comparison to the $150
we achieved last year.
Grampy Bob picked us up in his new Tesla (Joking!) and soon
we were at the much beloved green beach house. After settling in, we proceeded
to satisfy our appetites at Shack Burger via their “world-famous” Shack Burger,
topped with a hot Louisiana sausage. While waiting for our food to become done,
we read the biography of Ernie the Milkman by Bob Krauch (Grampy Bob) that was
posted on the wall. Who knew that after 42 years Ernie would still be getting
up at 4:30am to deliver milk?
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We returned home and introduced Grampy to Psych. After
finishing one episode only to find both grownups passed out, Carter and I
decided to take a nighttime beach run. We ran down to the beach and proceeded
to make our way down towards where the airplanes take flight. Feeling a bit
rebellious, we crossed the road and made our way up the barricaded street to
the top of the hill and watched as 747s roared overhead, wing lights flashing
and tails glowing.
We fell asleep on the sun deck with the gentle sound of
takeoff floating through the cool ocean air. Day 1 complete.
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