We're lost...again

I'm sorry, I have not been faithful to you blog. So much has been going on, and I've been distracted. I will work on my communication skills I promise. Do you forgive me?

Let's go back a little and recap the highlights of last week...

Tuesdayyyy:
Allie, Melanie, and I took a little trip down to Harbor House, a restaurant in Long Beach that Mel adores. Besides the fact I was in direct eyesight of at least a dozen movie stills from Star Wars Episode IV-VI and the discovery of the pink prison cell size bathroom, nothing terribly exceptionally exciting happened during dinner.  The real story took place after we left the restaurant.

Our first mistake was to head toward the water after leaving Harbor House. We wanted to take a little stroll in the sand, but after exactly 27 seconds, we decided walking on the beach in the dark with no male protection was not the smartest idea we've ever had, so we high tailed it back to the car. [though I have to say the girls rather enjoyed my pepper spray lesson] Driving toward what I believed was home, we stopped in Downtown Long Beach at a Yogurtland. Here comes mistake number two. I may or may not have completely missed the one way street sign and found a great parking spot...going the wrong direction.

The picture is a little dark, but there's my pretty little PT Cruiser, and all the other cars just looking at it. Such haters. I kept driving and driving, picking random streets, with no clear destination. We were just cruisin'... Drove down some alleys, following Pacific Coast Highway we passed Balboa Park, said hello to the Queen Mary, went across some bridges, and found ourselves in a shipyard.

     Uhhh, there are no shipyards anywhere near my house. That's when we came to the obvious conclusion we were without a doubt very, very lost. Ahoy, mistake number three! By the time we found an off ramp that didn't start with "Dock" and end in a number, we were in San Pedro. None of us had ever heard of San Pedro. After finally finding a grocery store to ask for directions, we started the 2 hour journey home. RE-DIC-U-LOUS. Here is a map of our travels. It's kinda hard to see [if you click on it, it will expand], but the star on the far right is my house. The star in the middle is Harbor House, and the star on the far left is where we ended up. I'm not very good with directions, I enjoy driving aimlessly around, and I love my friends who had as much fun getting hopelessly lost as I did. What I did not love was the discovery of mistake number four in the form of the very sad, very low gas gauge needle.  

     Wednesday, we did some cooking at Allison's house and I began documenting via FlipCam our summer adventures. Do Re Tea Productions presents Summer 2010, coming soon to a facebook and blog near you.

     Friday. O my gosh Friday was funny. Allie's parents treated me, Mel, Becca, Ben, and Allie to Farrell's Ice Cream Parlor. This place was intense. Servers running around everywhere, screaming, banging on drums, it definitely catered to all of your overloaded senses.

    One particular server was particularly fascinating to watch. He was excited, played the huge drum well, and if I dare say, not hard on the eyes. Everything would have been fine. We would have left the restaurant with gorged bellies and visions of pretty servers in hats, but alas, this is not a fairy tale. Prompted by my FlipCam, he opened his mouth and our illusions were shattered. How should I put this. He was not walking the straight and narrow. He had more pazazz than Rachel Berry on Glee. Move over Tyra Banks, there's a new addition on America's Next Top Model? Get the picture? We did. All too clearly.