I got back from vacation last Sunday. Sorry, it's taken me soo long to post our adventures! It was fantastic. I've made a Polyvore collection about our travels:
Scroll through and click on each one for their descriptions.
Vacation with families are good and bad. When we are out of our element, and we are more susceptible to being absolutely retarded. Like freaking out 5 times that we are on the wrong bus. Or almost coming to blows over leaving a gift shop while others in the party want to keep shopping. But it can also bring you more together. Like me and Sarah deciding to cob-a-squat in Golden Gate Park and just talk. But either way, it's all priceless. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Because in the end, you still spent time with your family.
Another thing about vacation, it bring attention to you what you really want in your life. It takes you away from the dirge of your life, the daily "grind" and allows you a different perspective of what you've been doing. And if that is something you'd like to -be- doing. What you really want to accomplish. I don't think most of us in our life really just want to live the way we want to live for only 2 weeks a year, if we're lucky, alone. But more than that. all 52 weeks. What can you do today to make yourself one step closer.
Don't make me pull a Tyler Durden. Don't make me pull a gun on you and make you submit to your dreams and what you want to accomplish.
I say this to you, my silent readers, but sometimes I think I mean it for myself. Some of us are lucky and got it right the first time. Some of us need more grace than life allows. But I do know, it's not too late for me. And it's not too late to finally take my vacation home. That feeling home.
Don't forget to do that. I know we all do. But this time, make the vacation last.
Oh right! Vacation! And then I went all philosophical. Ahem:
The first day we punched out the Mystery House. Which I really wanted to plant the GeoCache there that D, (my boyfriend), gave me. He totally into it, and I really hadn't had a chance to do it with him. So I got a horrible crash course at 12AM when I was buzzing off of excitement of the trip to come and lots of caffeine when I had to wake up at 5AM the next morning. Alas, I'd never actually -found- one and therefore didn't really know how to. And apparently my GPS was one nut shy of bolt-ing (te he he I finally got one!, family inside joke about Joe's Crab Shack), and I could never find a Cache, even though I thought there where some on the property. I still don't know if there is or not, I gave up and just decided to hide the special coin while there. I should have hid it where ANYONE could find it, apparently. And not on Private Property. Apparently Winchester is Private Property. Opps. AND you're suppose to hid them outside, out in the open. Again, opps. Someone should have given me the manual beforehand.
So here I am, trying to find a place to put it, (p.s. a big ass coin stuffed into a dental floss holder (hey! I was all I had!), apparently without following even the basic rules of a Cache. Well, I got the brilliant idea of hiding it inside the sables in a feedbag. Get it, floss... feedbag? LOL. I thought I was pretty smart, cute even. It was clever and witty and completely stupid, as it turns out. And I even pulled up my phone and got the GPS for it and texted D and was sooo proud of myself. As it turns out, my GPS was about a MILE off, we still don't know the coordinates, you're not suppose to hide it on private property without permission, let alone inside a building AND you have to pay to go on the tour to even TRY and get it. Did I mention stupid and opps yet?
So I call D, and then end up feeling like a nuntz because of all of this.
|Winchester Mystery House, front|
But the real humorous bit was getting there. Nothing like trying to convince your dad that getting off AT Winchester Blvd is probably the right street. And then Food afterwards, good heavens! You would have thought we where trying to pick burial plots or something, not a place a eat. After turning down Subway, (of which we past 5, no joke FIVE), we finally decided just to turn in to a strip mall where food-esque shops appeared and ended up at this great burrito place. No one spoke English worth a lick, but their salsas where awesome. Top notch really.
|that burrito never stood a chance.|
Did I mention my dad and directions are poor companions and he REALLY should just always spurge for a GPS device in any Rental, really anything with wheels, or even things that take calls. Yep, GPS should be with him ALWAYS. Never trust people when they say they know where they are going. But only know how to get there "one way". Because it always happens that one way, is not the way you'll need to be taking that one day. And everything breaks down, the system collapses, totally chaos ensues and you find yourself screaming "FOR THE 15th TIME, IT'S FUCKING VANCOUVER ST! OK?!" and you know you've lost all cool points. So that wasn't the street, you'd think I'd remember which one I screamed Fuck after, but I don't, I just remember the F-bomb part and how I woke everyone up, because I gave turn by turn directions and then decided to take a nap just to be woken up with the same question and then after producing the answer several times, had to do it again. Don't wake the sleeping Fashionista. I need my beauty rest. 2 hours of sleep does not a lucid person make.
But, after all the yelling and direction issues, we did get to see the Painted Ladies. If you're not sure what group of row houses I'm referring to, you only have to watch a Full House re-run to get acquainted.
---Digress--- I did not know that Bob Saggat was such a foul mouthed old man! No really, his comedy was nothing like the show!! Really, it's kinda shocking the first time you watch one of his stand-up shows on Comedy Central. FIN.
And the trees there are old and big. Makes you feel insignificant and young in comparison.
|4 of 4 doing a dance up the hill, the tree only LOOKS small.|
But we eventually, painfully at times, got the car turned in, and walked down to Union Square.
Just to catch a Cab. But the walk was littered with awesome businesses and people. It was a people watching experience. If I wasn't so tired from walking 3 miles in a house! Crazy old Bat of a woman.
Probably the top of the cake was the Cabbie who totally make fun of AZ and dropped "Where's your Papers?!" jokes in a heavy accent all the way there. But he was still cool beans.
|Said Cab Driver.|
But we did get the the Hotel. The view was Beautiful!! We had view of the Warf.
And then our last adventure was Joe's Crab Shack, who's lights beckoned to us.
Me and Lemonie split a Pot while my dad greedily had his own. LOL. They are great pots. And of course we where complete jerks with conversation. But it was fun being around family.
|You must go and read the directions on their Drink Menu... Priceless is all I have to say. Priceless.|
FIN Day One.