Day Number Tuesday

And what was awesome about last night is that our windows actually succeeded in sucking so much AC upstairs that Chris and I woke up in each other's warm embrace because we were so cold.  Well no but we were pretty cold.  Then we went to breakfast buffet and stuffed ourselves full of calories to get us up our climb today.  Drinks costed extra.  Yet they had milk, which had a sign saying it was for cereal only.  Ridiculous.

Time to digress though.  FIrst, it was pretty interesting going from Hollywood to Yosemite in one day.  Five hours even.  Being at Warner Bros. reminded me though of this my intense yearning at times to be part of a movie, to be an actor, to be famous, or something.  I'm not exactly sure where it comes from but when it strikes it strikes strong.  Like the momentary thought of wondering if I could really become an actor and be in movies if I tried.  I'm guessing no.  I think the desire is somewhere in between wanting to do something big, wanting to be famous, and maybe wanting to be in the fantasy world that is depicted in movies, with people being rich, famous, happy, or at least Batman.  I dunno.  

But it overlaps with the feeling I got when I arrived in Rome a few years ago, the feeling that struck IMMEDIATELY and then slowly subsided.  It finally dawned on me suddenly the first day I was there that this was really a separate country with a separate language and millions of people with a rich history and culture, that in many ways had nothing to do with or no knowledge of anything American.  It was overwhelming and cool, because when I extrapolated that to the rest of the world, I began for the first time to barely grasp the fact that there are 5.5 billion people in the world that lived in countries and existences other my own.  While you might think its easy intellectually, I think experientially its very hard to truly get outside of your own head and really see the entire world from a perspective other than from behind your own eyes.

This almost frighteningly overwhelming feeling of being one person in 6 billion immediately transformed to the desire to and realize that I could, travel the world for the rest of my life learning new languages, cultures, histories, and geographies.  And then I realized that was crazy.  Though it felt like a really fun idea.  So back to reality.

I get a similar feeling in places like Yosemite- wanting to travel the world climbing mountains and seeing sights and such.  There's a very simple macho task-oriented goal-driven feeling I get when hiking- your brain almost actually shuts down and shuts up for awhile while you completely focus on the next few steps in front of you, and though you feel as if its just for a few moments, its thousands of those moments strung together for hours on end.  Until suddenly THE TOP! and you feel an immense sense of completion and accomplishment, the desire for which has been pushing your feet the whole way up until that point.

Unfortunately I didn't quite get that feeling today, because two hours up our hike we made the mistake of asking someone how far it was to the top of Upper Yosemite Falls (which we had already found out from the rangers was COMPLETELY dry this time of the year- bollocks) and we found out it was another hour.  Our time was shorter than it shoulda been due to getting up at 8:30 rather than 7am, which was an executive decision I made based on the fact that we slept bad cause we were cold.  So we chose to be satisfied with our view of Lower Yosemite Falls, currently a barely-moist stripe down the face of the mountain.  Bridalveil Falls was also reduced to a trickle that basically blew away in the wind as soon as it reached the edge of the cliff.  We got down in an hour what took us two hours to climb, and made our way to the car.  We managed to procure views of El Capitan, Half-Dome, and Glacier Point, and of course each of the three of us took far too many pictures with our respective cameras.  

I might mention that our hike didn't begin for about 45 minutes of driving and jeffing around because we were trying to figure out how to get to a good trail, how far it was gonna be, how much time we had, and most importantly, where to park, which took us to innumerable parking lots looking for something that didn't need a pass of some sort, and almost had my dad jumping out the window.

A 45 minute journey later and we got to the south edge of Yosemite (where we should have gone first yesterday maybe) where the sequoia grove was.  Yosemite itself had giant coniferous trees everywhere and so did this.  And then suddenly there was one, two, five giant GIANT DINOSAUR red trees as wide across as the length of a large truck and 300 some feet high.  I've been wanting to see these things as long as I've known about them, right up there with the pyramids (which we almost saw instead this trip).  They were cool.  Especially the one you could walk under.  Yosemite is definitely worth coming back to (which Tiffany will be happy to know).

We still have a rockin couple of days in SF seeing some sweet architecture and landmarks and things, and a family friend and hopefully my cousin Rachel's old roommate Amy, and hopefully we'll all get stoned off our ASSES at Haight and Asbury.  Right.  Just trying to experience San Fran...

Next Day.

Did I mention its legal in California to drive motorcycles in between lanes on the highway?  Ridiculous.  Whether we're going 80 or sitting in bumper-to-bumper, they're flying by in between cars.  Is this a car chase scene or something?

Today:  Movie sets!  El "Pal-o" Loco!  Yosemite!  This morning we went for a two-hour two at Warner Bros. studios.  Yeah could have done Universal, but we also coulda gone to Dinseyland and we didn't do that either- no time, too much money, not the interest.  WB was just a tour, no rides and garbage.  We got to be on a golf cart most of the time, we got to take pictures *some*, and we got to see a lot.  All the cool stuff of course couldn't be on film.  We saw costumes from Dark Knight, The Matrix, Harry Potter, I Am Legend, 300, and other older movies I didn't care about as much, and tv shows like Chuck and Pushing Daisies (a personal favorite of me and Tiffany in a Tim Burton/Big Fish kinda style with a narrator, on ABC).  We got to see the "Buy More" (Best Buy) set from Chuck, as well as the tallest sound stage in the world, where the whole final 15 minutes of Indiana Jones was filmed.  The original set of Central Perk from Friends.  Saw lots of open street sets and backdrops that were changed and used for many things over the years, including currently for ER, with El tracks reminding me of Chicago (its set in Chicago if you didn't know).  

All this before lunch.  Which turned out to magically delicious Horchada drink again.  Then we drove (or should I say Chris drove) to Yosemite.  He got cut off four times in ten minutes on the day, by people weaving in and out of dense fast-moving traffic, like it was gonna get em somewhere.  Jacks.  On the way from SoCal to uh, "Nor"Cal (stupid), I saw lots of groves of something- oranges maybe, and some were walnuts, and smaller trees maybe cherries or something.  I dunno.  Also saw another dust tornado- saw a few of those outside of Vegas.  They're little things no more than ten feet across just spinning away.  Bizarre.  

We've got Tue-Wed-Thur and half of Friday- tomorrow will be Yosemite things, Wed-Thur will be SF, as will Friday.  Then I return only to find my girlfriend gone to Houston and my grad school starting in two days.  Rude awakening.  

So we called ahead and actually FOUND a room like 8 miles from Yosemite Nat'l Park, after being told by three people in LA that we were CRAZY for not having a room already, in some lodge of a bunch of rooms, a pool, an overpriced diner, and equally overpriced restaurant and gift shop with some food and drink.  We got some pizza that didn't stick around for too long and then some beersssss for tonight and PowerBars for tomorrow.  We drove 2 miles down the road to find our particular little house we were staying in.  It has a little deck, two sets of stairs, a small kitchen and bathroom, and an upstairs loft with a ladder.  It has two different AC units and apparently no exhaust or return of any kind, because the front door gets sucked shut and the window was squealing because it was sucking air so hard through its gaps to the outside.  Now its time for bed in the hot loft- at least we realized how hard the building was being pumped full of air cause we opened the window and its sucking hot air to the outside as fast as it can.  

Ps.  We're in the mountains, with no cell service at some sketchy lodge house thing miiiiiiles from anywhere, down a detoured road across a one lane bridge, because a rock slide covered the real road.  I'm pretty sure we're getting murdered tonight- so if you never hear from us, the guys with the banjos got us.  Oops.  I will say that I miss Tiffany more lately, especially with seeing and doing so much without her- but also not having cell service this evening does make me feel far away.   And I know she'll worry about me.

Day Number I Forget. Its Sunday.

The magical thing about this post is I actually wrote it the day I'm posting it.  Neato.  Cause I need to put up my pictures.  So today we went on more of Carl's wild goose chases.  It started by going to the Ferrari and Lambo dealerships.  Who can point out the million dollar car?

Then we went to the Gamble House early this afternoon (after mass, brunch, and driving we got there at bloody 2pm) and the place was pretty sweet.  Seeing architecture for me, at least stuff I've heard of and studied that rocks, is like seeing the Coliseum for some people.  I mean seeing the Coliseum was like seeing the Coliseum for me too don't get me wrong.  But Gamble House was pretty rockin.  

Seeing and experiences spaces like that that were so meticulously designed with certain ideals in mind is really inspiring to see what is possible- especially for a home.  I want my eventual home to be a place that takes my breath away and makes me smile from ear-to-ear like a kid at Disney World, the way places like this do.  They give you inspiration in so many ways.  Its an Arts and Crafts House built in 1908 for the Gambles of Proctor & Gamble fame.  It was all wood inside (apparently 17 different kinds) and meticulously put together.

After touring Gamble House for an hour, we headed to the Getty Center in LA.  (We saw the Rose Bowl in Pasadena on the way).  Getty Center is the second museum built to house the collection of J. Paul Getty- his first collection is housed in his original villa.  I don't remember how he made his wealth, but coincidentally it was his grandson that was kidnapped by my mafioso relatives in Italy in the 70s, in Plati where Chris and my dad just were.  So anyway, the Getty was ridiculous sweet.  They had a tram from the parking garage to the actual center, along the side of the foothills.  The center was on top of the hills.  Overlooking LA.  Rockin view.  The center turned out to be a complex of buildings, half of which we couldn't even go in.  Oh and it was built by Richard Meier, I guess it only opened in 1997.  Geez.  It had a huge waterfall/water fountain that led down through this amazing green lawn fit for putting, down this hill where people were laying on thin linens (provided by the center for free, as was admission) and listening to live music.  The whole place was just really cool.  Huge, white stone and plastic panels, very rectilinear with occasional sweeping curves, and stunning views of the city.  Oh and you could see the brown smog over the city- glad I didn't miss that part of LA.  

We missed our plan to go to Venice Beach/Malibu/Pepperdine because we went to visit Chris' friend Jess and her new husband Tim in LA, near the Getty.  Saw their new apartment, talked about how Chris is flying out to LA for the third time this year for the USC game (the first time was for Jess and Tim's wedding).  Then suddenly we realized it was like 8pm and we had an hour drive ahead of us.  Oops.  But we also found out we have an extra day because we don't need to go to Sequoia Nat'l Park because Yosemite has redwoods.  So the trips getting repositioned for the nth time.  Hmm I have funny things to say about Chris but I've been typing too much.

By the way today, we went to In-N-Out Ber-jer again.  Got it "animal style" this time.  The dude taking our order was stoked that we knew the inside scoop on what to order.  It was tasty-ish.  But the funny part is just driving around with Chris constantly mocking Karen for giving us stupid directions, pronouncing things wrong, etc.  That and he just likes yelling and people in cars and being weird making faces and weird voices.  I'll need some video (since I already have pictures of him sticking his tongue out plenty).

Day Whatever (Six?)

I did forget something I didn't write about before, that I did before I left.  Got to visit the guitar shop where I used to work.  Sweet.  It had been about nine months since I was there so that was good.  Nice to see a few of the guys, shame it took me that long to get over there being a mile from school and all.  But thats school.

Today was sweet though.  It was basically a Carl planned day, seeing what I wanted to see, which my dad was skeptical of I think but played along with anyway.  He likes to say he doesn't have an opinion on things...and I like to say well, only until you have an opinion on something.  But everything turned out well.  The Disney Concert Hall was PHENOMENAL.  Built by Frank Gehry I dunno how many years ago now, maybe 5-7, right in downtown LA- regardless of whether you think its ugly, bizarre, or just a huge waste of money, I challenge you not to be amazed walking through some of the spaces.  Especially those where they filmed Ironman.  Sweet.  So we spent about an hour there, doing the self-guided tour, which since we were the last people in the building meant the usher-herded tour, as we got scolded for going to the third floor and then returning to the second, because that floor was already supposed to be "clear".  Okay, SORRY.  There was a new usher at every turn, inside and in the garden, directing us to the next destination, just YEARNING to get the hell off work for the day.  We did get to see the concert hall itself inside which is rarely open to the public.  The whole place was just an incredible experience to walk through and discover, moment to moment.  New thing on list of life to-dos (which isn't really that long, but somewhat grandiose)- see a concert at this place.  And hang out in the garden outside afterwards.

From there we went to meet up with my mom's cousin Joe Wack, of Simpsons character design fame.  Look for his name in the credits.  He lives with his wife Katy just outside of downtown up on a hill with a great view of the city.  They're both multitalented people so we had a chance to talk about a great many things, including music and art mostly.  I think we coaxed them into coming to SB for the 4th of July next year.  Its always nice to connect up with people, especially family.  Their yard was of particular interest, as in typical California fashion (to me, anyway) they had fruit tress growing there.  Avocados and limes in the back, figs, pomegranates, persimmons (which I've never even had) aaaaaaand something else I'm forgetting, in the front along with Bird-of-Paradise flowers.  Pretty cool.  

We then made our way into Hollywood, saw Capitol Records (smaller than you'd think) and drove by THREE different buildings associated with the Church of Scientology- one was their Celebrity Center or something, which covered a whole city block and I'm pretty sure housed their compound-worker-children in the back, one place that was being protested at, and once place they were having some event at with people in suits handing out stuff.  All within blocks of each other, right near Hollywood and Vine.  From there our real destination was the Griffith Observatory, free (just like the usher-urged tours of Disney) and waaaaaay up these switchbacks we drove on until we had a clear(ish) view of the whole valley, including LA and two other outcroppings of buildings that were I assume Pasadena and something-something.  We got to look out a huge telescope up in one of those domes with the slit in the side, and see a star in broad daylight that apparently was 2 million miles across.  It was a cool building, WELL traversed by many language speaking peoples, and you could also see the Hollywood sign.  Yay.  

So then we came *home* to Newberry Park, got some wine, and found out they were shooting some new fall show "Opportunity Knocks" that was some game show being filmed in a cul-de-sac of the nearby neighborhood.  Weird.  California.  Watched the most ridiculously world-fastest man EVER on the Olympics in addition to *yawn* Mr 8 gold medals Michael Phelps.  And now it is time for bed.  More great LA sights to be seen tomorrow.  Yesssss.

Day Five

Well I must say its awesome that Apple stock WAS up to $180 but its down to $175.  Still making a sweet return on my bills.  Dark Knight is also within $9 million of #2 all-time, Star Wars.  Only $140 mil more to catch Titanic.  Yeah.  It was also exciting to have internet last night and check my mail.  I only had about 1000 spam messages.  Thanks Gmail for taking care of that for me.  You're mah boy.   

Just drove past the number many-th In-N-Out Burger.  Or "bur-jer" as Karen the Garmin voice likes to call it.  She also calls El Pollo Loco "pallo".  Right.  I don't think I'd ever actually eaten there- turns out they have this amazing little drink that I suppose Mexicans but not Carls are familiar with- Horchata.  Its rice milk and cinnamon.  And oh its magically delicious.  And of course a milky drink is perfecto for quelling hot spiciness from pico de gallo.

Anyway today we basically got up, had our continental breakfast, took brief advantage of the wireless, and went to the SD Zoo.  Apparently world-renowned- didn't keep Chris from being over it, but going turned out to be cool.  They had a skytram that we rode over the zoo, which was those little cable cars up in the air like at Cedar Point.  They had 4 of the remaining 1600 pandas in the world, and they were of course ALL sleeping.  They have the in-process Safari area that is supposed to be for elephants and lions and zebras and all kinds of other stuff...oh and cost $45 million.  They had some other cool aminals but nothing you can't find at Lincoln Park Zoo.  They had a fat-ASS hippo.  Ummmm some other stuff that I forget.  But we spent like three hours there.

Then we went to find San Diego State University's football stadium so we could do rain dances there- or um drought dances I guess, since they play Notre Dame in a couple weeks.  After wrong turning because of signs leading us to Chargers Qualcomm Stadium, we found SDSU campus...and found out they play at Chargers Stadium.  Okayyyyyyy Go Irish see you later.  Now we drive to an hour north of LA to meet up with relatives, technically my grandpa's cousin, though she's quite a bit younger and her kids are like junior-high age.  Sweet.  They have some fruit trees I think.  Tomorrow and Sunday we see the world of Los Angeles.  Not really the super touristy stuff though cause we've already done that bargage.

Day Four

Well today we left Las Vegas behind us- time for the second of our four two-word-name cities, San Diego.  But not before we got in some good gambling- Chris stuck in $10 to play video poker and floundered before getting a flush and a full house to get over his $10 up to $17, and he cashed out.  I put $3 in a nickel slot machine, bet three credits (15 cents), and immediately got three free spins which I used, having no idea what was going on, till I suddenly had a bajillion credits and cashed out to have $9 instead of 3.  Victory.  

We drove the five or so hours to San Diego (who's seen Anchorman, c'mon) and after driving through downtown for a bit, headed south to find a cheaper room.  Found it.  Drove to Mexico.  Accidentally went INTO Mexico in our rental car.  My dad kinda uhhh reacted strongly.  Waited in line for twenty minutes, got OUT of Mexico, parked and walked back in- not before realizing the MTS (SD trolley) went all the way from SD to Tijuana.  Oops.  We spent under an hour in Tijuana since most of the booths were closed down and there were no white people, just Mexicans not so gently coaxing us into their strip clubs or restaurants.  So after equal portions of food and sex (which is to say, none of either) we headed back for the border.  And bought some Mexican cane-sugar Coke before we walked over.  Not as magically as I had hoped but it IS sweeter.

That about sums up our adventures for today.  Our little suburb of SD has seldom few restaurants open at 9:30pm.  Filipino food turned out to be okay though.  Apparently they're a 3am weekend drunken favorite.  Neat.

Day Three

Day Three

Found out Karen isn't infallible.  Karen is the Aussie voice of Chris' Garmin GPS.  Punching in "Grand Canyon" and then following her directions may or may not lead you to the South Rim 4 hours from Vegas rather than the North Rim, 2.5 hours away.  Turns out someone told her to ignore dirt roads,  Two digital photos of a map in a gas station, 1 extra hour of driving, and 17 miles of dirt roads later, we arrived at the Grand Canyon.  Orrrrrrr else we arrived at some Indian reservation where instead of a casino they decided to run a tourism scam instead.  Shoot my laptop battery is down to 50%.  That means I only have mmmmm about three hours left of battery.  Rock.  What also rocks is Apple stock making $9 a share in three days.  I like them apples.

Anyway, after the 17 miles of dirt roads and incredible fields of Joshua Trees, we got to the Some-Indian-tribe-name Reservation, where parking was $20.  Hmmm okay.  Into the gift shop, hi, what can we see around here without paying out the ass for a helicopter ride, bus ride, or other some such overpriced tour-y thing?  Nothing.  Okaaaaaaay uh we'll have the cheapest scalping available.  $30 for a shuttle bus to drop us off and pick us up at a few locations.  One of which was the engineering feat we came to see, the Skywalk.  Oh by the way, thats an extra $30 a person.  Right.  Well that looks neato from the bus.  Next stop.  Which turned out to be pretty sweet looking- climbing on some rocks on a peninsula with almost 360 degrees of canyon around us and the Colorado River below, helicopters flying below through the canyon.  Coooool.  Okay time to go back home.

And get some In-N-Out Burger on the way.  Who knows what I'm talking about?

We three kings agreed we were glad that our rental Chevy wasn't ours, after 17 miles each way on washboard abs dirt roads.  Oh wait we were glad the rental Chevy wasn't ours anyway.  

We finished seeing what we needed to see tonight including three more Bellagio water fountain shows.  Might catch another tomorrow, before or after we find out what the catch is behind this Rewards card that refunds you your first $100 of losses gambling.  What, $1,000 minimum gambling or something?  Pretty tired after our 5 hr of sleep night.  Wish I knew how many miles we walked today- probably around five- but the pedometer in my cell phone didn't like the washboard abs roads any more than our sweet Chevy did.  Which is to say, I enjoy any and all wear-and-tear my phone takes on, as I would if I owned a Chevy, because I welcome the hastening of its own demise so it can be replaced by something cooler and foreign-made.  

I need to go to bed now.  Tomorrow is a short jaunty to Mexican via San Diego.

Day Two

Today we drove our Chevy to the levy.  The levy was however not dry.  But the song WAS on the radio when we turned it on in our sweet Cobalt rental car.  We were supposed to get a call about our car at 8am.  Uh woke up about 1:15pm- hadn't ever gotten our call.  Apparently *I* was the only one mostly soundly sleeping until that time- but hey no one woke ME up.  So our car isn't that bad though.  Puts out enough AC to keep the 113 degree temperatures at bay.  Well at least on the return drive it was only 108.  In the shade.  At 6pm!!  Hoover Dam was pretty sweet.  I could give all the facts and figures but the coolest is, its as thick at the bottom as it is tall.  Which is two football field widths.  The Lake, Lake Mead, that it traps, holds enough water at any one time to keep the river past the dam flowing at its current rate for two years.  They're currently building a concrete arch bridge to bypass the road over the dam.  It's sweet also.

Did I mention most of my pictures will be of Chris taking pictures?

After getting three regretted large frozen things from DQ on the return drive and seeing many many sweet mountains all around, we came back and went to Hofbrauhaus.  Got some too-expensive but taste sausage and mashed potatoes that the three of us split (splitting is good when a bloody Subway footlong costs almost ten bucks- what is this, Disney World?) and some large beers.  So we each had a half liter beer and then played beat the clock (meaning drive home before the alcohol hits) only because it wasn't that much beer and we left right away and only hadta drive four blocks.  And we're pretty sure everything is legal here.  

We did get yelled at by a cabbie as he left turned past us for jaywalking though.  No seriously.  And here I thought they didn't know much English.

Tonight we saw Cirque du Soleil's Mystere show.  Um it was crazy wicked awesome sweet.  All kinds of acrobats, trapezes, trampolines, raising and lowering stage pieces, ridiculous costumes, man-sized drums, and two ripped guys who did some homo-erotic slow balancing/lifting thing that was kinda like pairs figure skating without skates and ice and a woman.  At one point one dude was doing a one-handed hand stand up in the air on top of the other guy's HEAD.  Then same other guy was laying on the ground face down with first guy doing hand-stand on his ankles.  Then he lifted the hand-stand guy up with his calves.  Unreal.  Even all the music was live from up on some side platforms.  

Then we continued our evening walking down the strip into different casino-hotels- Bellagio, Luxor, Mandalay Ga...er...Bay, MGM Grand, New York New York, blah blah etc.  The Bellagio has the most amazing outdoor water fountain shows to music, of all time.  And its lobby is kick ASS.  Full of miniature trains and a giant moss garden with the jumped water fountains and a huge skylight roof and a scale model of the hotel built.  New York interiors were full of scaled down building fronts of bars and stores and stuff basically a huge indoor food court.  Chris didn't win the BMW that was the jackpot for playing these slots we saw.

Walked past City Center again, saw the scale model of it, found out five world-renowned architects are working on various parts of it.  Completed our evening at about 4am finally, getting up tomorrow at 9:30.  Awesome.  So 12 hours of sleep followed by 5.  Awesome.  And we walked 15 miles today.  Not bad, aside from my shoes smelling like diiiiiiick.  Bought some odor-eating spray for Chris and my dad, or my shoes.  Better keep up with that.  

Tomorrow, Grand Canyon, The Parisian, maybe more dollar margaritas, In-N-Out Burger, maybe some MEDIUM DQ.  Yum.  Lots more pictures.  Taking about half a gig a day so far.  Probably will slow down.  Some.   I'm differentiating mine from Chris' by having him taking pictures in all my pictures.  Ha.

Day One

Vegas.

I'm not sure whats more exhausting- the fourteen miles we walked today (FOURTEEN) or the 0% humidity.  You don't even notice the 100% temperatures when you're busy nursing your sore throat and dry eyes.  Combine that with drinking my own  $1 Michelob plus two more that Chris and my dad didn't like in about thirty minutes, and I'm ready to dry up and blow away in the wind.  The heat actually feels pretty great, cause your sweat basically vaporizes here.  I don't think any of the water from my shower even got down to the tub- there isn't even a drain.  I was dry as soon as I turned the water off.  Okay that's not true. 

We ran into some famous people, and did some drinkin'...

Also exhausting is the constant stream of middle-class white people in a hurry to lose their money to endless fields of machines with flashing lights and ringing bells.  Its like a bloody Pavlov city.

What's cool is watching probably the biggest single development in Vegas history in the middle of going up on the strip, I think called the City Center.  For the whole day I'm forgetting who designed it.  It'll come to me.  Or I'll look it up.  If only I didn't hafta walk past 20 Mexicans flicking and slapping business-card sized handouts advertising for the local strip clubs, that they thrust out in front of you without a word.  

Yum.

This place is basically like an Adult Disney World where every part of the park has the same rides and they all cost a lot of money and don't even go anywhere.  I guess I'm enjoying the gambling of an 11% percent return on my shares of Apple stock in the past few weeks more than sitting down at a slot machine and repeatedly pushing a button that might as well be labelled "Take My Money".  

Don't get me wrong, I'm actually quite enjoying the place.  I just don't understand wanting to spend your honeymoon or family vacation here.  And damned if they shouldn't be selling eyedrops and lotion on every corner with the "ice cold water one dollar".

Um Chris had some fun.