and what an adventure it was. just take a look:
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haha. i hadn't seen these girls in three years but between sarah meeting yet another love of her life and di constantly losing in rummy, it was just like good ol' times... yup, just the way i remember things.
(ps - di and sar, feel free to FREAK OUT at any time and leave some comments at the bottom. thank you.)
so the girls flew in saturday from fiji of all places (lucky!) and after dropping their stuff off at my apartment, we headed out to malibu to hang out at the beach. there we experienced first-hand the courtesy and class for which los angeles is known the world over. i'll spare you the long version of the story, but basically we were accosted by three rather large women who were utterly convinced that i hit their car while i was parallel parking. now normally the big-bonededness (yes, that is a word) of these women would be a complete non-issue to the story, except for the fact that one of them yelled the following at me (and i quote):
"it might take me a while to get up there, in case you haven't noticed, I'M FAT" (said while approaching a small hill of boulders leading from the beach back up to the car -- and the emphasis is NOT mine)
don't know why she felt the need to tell me this, but hey, more power to her for being in touch with her body. anyway, these three women were all riled up about how they thought -- sorry, KNEW -- i hit their car. and i quote:
"we all three seen you do it. WE ALL THREE SEEN YOU DO IT!"
right. and me all hear you yelling. what can you say when you're faced with such overwhelming logic and correct grammar? they all three seen me do it, i guess i must've done it. nevermind that di, sarah and myself (aka "we all other three") knew we DIDN'T hit the car, or that the women were standing right next to us as we parked behind them and didn't say anything as we walked right past them down to the beach, or that the marks on their rear bumper weren't anywhere close to being the same height as the bolts from my front license plate holder. but hey, they all three seen me do it. anyway, after pulling my car closer to show them the height difference between the bumpers and that there wasn't any paint on my bolts, the owner of the car was finally slightly more convinced that those marks were made by someone else. though by that point they were running out of time to try and peg everything on me, because (and i quote once again):
"you better hurry up, we're on our way to a poison concert."
i'm serious, i couldn't make up this story if i tried. i love LA.
here's a picture of the scratches (click on the picture to see a close-up):
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after that whole ordeal we went back to the apartment and di and sar worked up a sweet dinner (like they did for pretty much the entire time they were here... 'twas awesome).
sunday was chill, the girls did some laundry, we went to church, etc. monday we went to venice and saw di's future husband at muscle beach, complete with speedo, all oiled up and with a blingin' gold necklace that would put flava flav to shame. that was probably the highlight of the day, and even the dodgers game later that night couldn't compete.
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tuesday i played tour guide and took di and sar around campus at ucla, and they also got to check out the studio while the new album tracks got prepped for mastering. got a late dinner at mel's diner; ask sarah for the details on that one.
wednesday we drove down to san clemente and hung out by the pier all day. went swimming in the ocean, took major beach naps, etc.
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pretty sweet day. some other random pics from the week:
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quick timeout for that last photo. in case you were curious, these are the proper ways to pronounce the following words:
produce = PRAH-doos
cilantro = sil-ANN-tro
drama = DRAMM-ah
el pollo loco = well, the way it looks in english
mazda = MAZZ-da
herbal = HERB-al (make sure you say the 'H')
necklace = neck-LACE
and you don't "take a shower," you "have a shower." who knew?
so in a nutshell, di and sarah's california adventure 2007 was a major success. we're gonna try and not let three years go by until the next time we all hang out again (fiji 2008 is in the works) but in the meantime mr. bling from muscle beach and "gary" send their love.
