1) Eat at Andersen's Pea Soup
2) Eat at Taste of India
3) Stop at the Vista Point and see why it's there.
Today, I checked off the last of those. I stopped at the Vista Point on the way down. Honestly, not so spectacular. There's a little plaque there about the aqueduct, but, as I suspected, you can't see much more than you can see while driving. I think there's one more on the northbound side. Maybe I'll try it, too, on the way back. If you've ever driven I-5, you would understand the interest in both Andersen's and the sketch Indian place. Both were nothing special. Andersen's kinda sucked; it smelled like a Port-a-Potty.
I received a great comment in my email today referring to the post "Continue to Fall Apart". I have to share it:
the worst thing about shitting your pants is you never ever get over it. for the rest of your life you don't trust a single fart or a relaxation of the sphincter. it's like... oh damn did i just...? no.. ok, that one was safe, phew. Post Pantsshitting Stress disorder, i think it should be named.Hopefully, the following can be the last two disgusting stories for a while. Maybe it helps that they will involve a dog. First of all, Angel (our dog) took a poop yesterday and commenced to act really weird and bite at his butt. When I lifted up his butt fur and looked back there, he had grassy poop hanging out. I had to use the plastic bag that I would be cleaning the poop up with to pull it out of his ass. If this were a regular occurrence, I'd probably give him to the humane society.
A related story. Annie's birthday is just a few days before Christmas. Her sister just graduated college, so it turned out that only her father, her, and I were together for her actual birthday. I tried to make her a layered funfetti cake with glass pie plates (all I could find), and it turned out a mess. Skip forward a few weeks, and I decided to make fancy funfetti cupcakes with cute frosting and candles. I arranged them all cutesy on our little dining room table. It was technically for her roommate's birthday, but it was going to be my way of making up for the shitty birthday cake. While out for her roommate's birthday dinner (sushi!), Angel hopped up on the table and ate everything! Every single cupcake, all the wrappers, all the frosting, and all the candles. When we got home, he was laying on the floor moaning. He was the fattest I've ever seen him. We commenced to making him throw up (hydrogen peroxide ingestion) until there were huge piles of cake batter all over our lawn. It was the best smelling puke I'll ever clean up!
Starting to get phone calls about tutoring jobs in the bay. I'll return those tomorrow. Also posted a craigslist ad with a bunch of stuff I'd like to get rid of before returning to the Bay this weekend. If you're interested:
http://losangeles.craigslist.
http://losangeles.craigslist.
http://losangeles.craigslist.
http://losangeles.craigslist.
I managed to make it all the way to L.A. without peeing in a bottle, so let's hope that the potty stories are over for a while.
No promises,
~RoB
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