‘My gin, bubbly, beer and vodkas were spiked!’
This is the best line ever!
I guess I should start using the F word more
I got this from Foo Rider’s blog who has demonstrated that he is virtuous and good. Me, not so much. This rating kind of worries me.
Guest blogging: Day… what day is this again?
Today was our second day at Asilomar. We arrived yesterday. The drive was punctuated by motion sickness and vomiting that occasioned an unscheduled stop in Los Gatos at the coolest restaurant I ever visited. We sat on the patio looking out over green mountains and valleys, beautiful flowers and majestic trees, and ate delicious hamburgers and downed more than a quart of Diet Coke.
Upon arrival at Asilomar, we spent the afternoon at the pool and the early evening at the dramatically lovely sugar-white sand beach. We ate fast food for dinner, and next day (this morning, actually) got up in time for breakfast, which no one liked and during which I very nearly became abusive to the staff, who had seated us a table at which the previous diners’ detritus was still littered about. Then Kanga took the kids for a final dip in the pool. We visited a grocery store to pick up lunch, at which I displayed my surprising (to me, at least) incompetence at using the self-serve check-out line. We ate our impromptu picnic huddled on the edge of a sea cliff overlooking the dramatic Monterey Bay.
Next stop was the aquarium. We saw sharks, tuna, sturgeon, rockfish, an octopus, salmon, shrimp, manta rays, starfish, otters, penguins, jellyfish, and much, much more. The Monterey Aquarium has “touch pools” where you can pet a ray, and it was so incredibly cool to stick your hand in the water and have the ray flit by. There are also play areas for kids, which was much appreciated by the munchkins. But my favorite exhibit was the “Outer Bay” where sharks, tuna and giant sea turtles swam side-by-side in a midnight-dark tank about three stories high. They swam in circles, never-ending, never stopping, and with some dim, atmospheric music playing while I sat there in the dark, it felt timeless, spooky, surreal, primeval. That is, until Bear came running up and threw himself in my lap. I snapped out of my trance in a hurry and we moved on to the next exhibit.
The ride home was mostly uneventful. The kids slept during most of the two and a half hour drive home, but woke up in time to 1) listen to Kanga play funny games on the phone, and 2) start vomiting. But we did make it home, whereupon I made pepperoni pizza and grilled chicken white pizza with a Gorgonzola garlic sauce.
So, stuffed with pizza, it’s time for bed.
9 Euphemisms
9) Rub one out
8) Buttering the toast
7) Batter dip the cranny ax
6) Stuff the taco
5) Feed the kitty
4) Light the lamp
3) Put the lotion in the basket
2) Play cars and garages
1) Squirt the penguin
