Momma went to Cali for a quick getaway ...or as Bridget Jones would call it: a "mini-break." Although the weekend didn't go QUITE the way it was originally envisioned, I still had a pretty good time.
Herewith, a bunch of photos, as I can't be arsed to write a proper blog post yet.
Goin' back to San Jose... yeah ya'll, I don't think so:
Cranberry Crystal Light, check. Goofy sideways hat, check. Goofy sideways smile, check. We're good to go, momma! We decide to leave a day early and drive halfway, just for the helluvit.
"Motel 6: We'll leave the light on for ya." And um... *we'll* try not to think about what crimes against humanity the loud print on the bedspread is trying to hide.
The paparazzi attack Jakob at San Jose hotspot The Old Spaghetti Factory, while grandma lurks and gnashes her teeth in the background.
The Hotel Majestic:
The view from the window. The literature in the room claims that Joan Fontaine and Olivia de Havilland used to live here full time. Did you know that they are both still alive? Daaaa-yum. And that Nicolas Cage and his various hairpieces stay here occasionally.
The cushy, cushy bed. Turn-down service includes a couple of freshly baked oatmeal-chocolate chip cookies!
Mini-bar. Don't touch! Unless you really WANT to pay $3 for a bag of peanut M&Ms. The items in this basket looked like they had been picked up, played with, thought better of, and replaced many, many many times.
The "cutesy" paintings in the elevator freaked me out. Especially when inebriated. All the paintings depict elegantly dressed monkeys trying to torture birds.
I had read somewhere on the web that this hotel was haunted. But I never did see any creepy twin girl ghosts in the hallway.
J-Town:
Friendship Plaza; shrimp and veggie tempura; as good a place as any to buy a sticky-sweet iced drink with little balls of slime at the bottom
Kitschy Asian stuff to bring home for the kids: a book about dim sum, a robot coloring book, a Domo t-shirt, some yummy green tea mochi with red bean paste
Camper van Beethoven:
Camper at the Fillmore on Saturday night. The show was terrific. The drinks were expensive, but I still managed to down enough of them that I fell off a curb while trying to get on the bus after the show. Sprained/twisted/hurted my ankle, and cried the entire bus ride. Then had to walk another three blocks uphill to get back to the hotel. It's at this point that I stop taking photos for a while...
Bottom of the Hill:
So after laying in bed all the next day R.I.C.E.-ing (resting, icing, compressing and elevating) my ankle, and watching about six hours worth of an America's Next Top Model marathon, I started feeling a little better, or at least I was telling myself that I was. I decided to get a cab and head down to Bottom of the Hill to see Jonathan and Victor play a couple of sets, and get thoroughly toasted again.
Above is Jonathan, Victor, Alison Faith Levy and Greg.
All in all, a wonderful trip. So to speak. I got to stay an extra day due to a sprained ankle, but what hell. Yay!
Jake, I dropped you off at Grandma's, and won't see you again for a couple weeks. Waverly, I finally came home to you Monday afternoon, and you seem to have grown a couple of inches. Stop it, you. Well, all of us seem to be having our various summer adventures away from each other, and that sucks. But we'll all be together soon. Love you!
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