Now that I've been back for two days, all the laundry's washed, and I've caught up on my sleep, I guess I have no excuse for not writing my trip report. Sorry, time, there will be no pictures unless you want to see my hottie friend Maria in almost every shot, and since there is no reason to lead all our male thread friends into the temptation of impure thoughts about a woman other than their own significant other, no pictures. I take that back. Some time, but not right now, I'll upload a few pictures. Please excuse any errors such as run-ons, tense changes, or spelling errors.
As you know, my invitation to accompany my friend to California was issued on very short notice. (This isn't strictly true because she asked me months ago, but at that time she didn't know exactly when we would be going.) The timing, for the most part, couldn't have been better since all the males of the family would be at Boy Scout camp, and both my sister and my mother-in-law were available (and eager) to have my daughter come visit. The only things on my schedule were to make my FE, buy the goodies, and work on lesson plans for the school year. All responsibilities that could be postponed to last-minute. Oh, and my mother was in town but leaving on Saturday. So, I couldn't fly out with Maria on Thursday. I'd have to meet her on Sunday.
Day One - Sunday
I'm packed and ready to go. Even though I will only be gone for four days, I take a large suitcase. It's half-empty because I know I'll be bringing back more than I'm taking. My flight is at the civilized time of 11:30am. There's a transfer in Phoenix with a little lag time, but because I'm flying west, it will still be 3:30pm when I arrive. I leave home at 9:30am. There is no traffic, I get a good spot at the long-term parking, the shuttle arrives immediately, and there is practically no line at check-in or security. Maria has booked me a business class ticket, and I'm in boarding group A-3. This means two free drinks and my pick of seats on the plane. I choose a window seat. Someone who appears to not want conversation sits in the aisle seat and immediately opens a book. Good. I can read, sleep, or listen to my ipod and can enjoy being all by myself-something I rarely am. It doesn't work out that way. The plane is full. The middle seat is taken but all ends well. I don't get to read, sleep, or listen to my ipod, but I do enjoy conversation with a chatty, sociable graduate student who has lived in other countries, shares a lot about her life but not too much, and is very interesting to talk to. We arrived in Burbank on time but it took ages to get our luggage. It also took much longer than necessary to reach my rental car, but that was my fault for waiting for the shuttle in the wrong spot.
When I finally made it to the hotel in Pasadena (took an "ahem" unplanned route), Maria was there at the valet station to meet me. She couldn't hide (nor did she try) her horror at the white PT Cruiser I was driving. I explained to her that was all the agency had available in the "midrange" category. She got over it, and we went up to the room so I could freshen up for dinner.
Dinner was at the Cheesecake Factory because it was within walking distance of the hotel. Of course, so were a hundred other more exotic restaurants, but we weren't feeling adventurous. We both had lettuce wraps and a frozen mixed drink. Still on East Coast time biologically, we were asleep by 9:30pm.
Monday - Malibu, Santa Monica
Something I haven't shared prior to this post is the purpose of this trip to California. My friend is, God-willing, going to be a surrogate mother for a couple whose clinic is in Pasadena. Without going into the specifics of how she will be impregnated, I will explain that it requires she undergo close monitoring prior to the procedure. That's why she's here. As for why I'm here, it's part of her contract that she have a travel companion. Since her husband has to work and look after their children, I'm the lucky one. Actually, I'm not merely a guest taking advantage of a free trip to California. I have a job for which I am uniquely qualified to do. Not only am I her driver (she hates to drive) and her steadfast companion (she hates to be alone), I'm also a colleague in a way. I've already been a surrogate mother and I can relate to what she's going through.
Back to the trip report. We've planned a day trip to Malibu for after my friend's early morning monitoring appointment at the fertility clinic. So, I take her there and sit in the waiting room over an hour while she's back there. I should bring an apple or something to eat because I haven't had breakfast yet, and even an interesting magazine or listening to a book on my ipod can't stop the nausea and head achy discomfort of my low blood sugar. (I'm hypoglycemic, and I should know better).
We put off breakfast in order to get on our way to Malibu. I make due with a coffee that's mostly chocolate milk because that's the way I make my coffee. We're on the road, and the weather is gorgeous. Unfortunately, the smog makes it harder to see the canyons and vistas as clearly as we would like. Sooner than we expected, we've made our way to to the coastal highway. My friend has the advantage of not having to keep her eyes on the road, so she oohs and aahs at our first glimpses of the Pacific Ocean and the magnificent houses we pass. She snaps pictures as we move along the highway.
Close to noon, we stop at the Malibu Seafood Market for lunch. Good timing. They've just opened. If we'd gotten there any later, it's questionable as to whether there would be outdoor seating at which to eat our lunch. I'm so hungry I could just about grab a lobster out of the tank and eaten it alive. Everything on the menu has me drooling, but we decide to share some clams and mussels. My friend orders chowder and I get an Ahi tuna burger. Since the Market is across the road from the beach we both enjoy the sight and sound of crashing waves now.
After lunch, we're not quite ready to actually hit the beach. Too full. Since I've left the car adapter for the GPS back home, we decide to search for a store that would carry such a power cord. According to the dying GPS, there's a
Walmart nine miles inland. We figure we'll get see the famous canyons up close as we drive through them and maybe some interesting houses. We get an eyeful of canyons and fascinating architecture as the nine mile journey stretches into thirty miles by the time we reach the address for the Walmart, discover it is now a Home Depot, second guess the actual location, drive around some more, give up and decide instead to visit some children's boutique in Callabas owned by a famous family that my friend read about and saw on a reality television show. We find the boutique. It's called Dash. There's nothing impressive about the store front or the interior décor, but the clothes are unique, amazing and horrendously expensive!! How does $65.00 sound for a tutu with a few spangles and sequins glued on it? A hand-knitted bikini for $120.00? My friend really wants some kind of souvenir from this store, so she buys a single barrette for her two year old daughter. A bargain at $10.00. With that out of the way, we head back to the coastal highway to do some sunbathing.
Beach time is in Santa Monica. We don't go to the famous pier but instead find a quiet, empty stretch of beach to flop down on. A little sunbathing, a little water, a little sun, then my friend admits she's really hungry. It's near dusk, so we head home. The GPS tells us there's a Whole Foods Store in Santa Monica. My friend and I LOVE Whole Foods, so we go there to pick up dinner. We're dumbstruck by the size of this store and the huge variety of just about everything- fruit, vegetables, octopus, sushi, wine, etc. I try to take pictures but one of the security guards stops me. Oh, duh me. I bet a lot of famous people shop here. I put the camera in my purse, but for the rest of the time I'm there, I'm followed by security. We leave with sushi, salads, wine, chips, salsa, breads, and spreads.
Silly me decides to take Santa Monica Boulevard westward instead of going back to the highway. As if rush hour doesn't hit the boulevard as hard as it does the highway. We crawl most of the way home, but at least my friend gets pictures of the palm tree lined streets, the street signs, and we eat dinner as we inch westward. Back at the hotel, my friend watches television while I get online and plan a trip to Venice Beach for the next day. Once again, we're asleep by 9:30 or 10pm.
We'll, it's my bedtime. I'll write more tomorrow night.
Welcome to Opie and his dw. Sorry to hear about Nancy. I guess I wasn't making the connection about Corinna going on the 1st either. I was wondering why she was going on about the Magic. Duh, me! I will pray the weather cooperates!