Enjoy
This is my dad giving his talk Saturday afternoon
Monday, July 13, 2009
Pix from convention
http://s343.photobucket.com/albums/o474/stay_c1222/District%20COnvention%2009/
Enjoy
This is my dad giving his talk Saturday afternoon
Enjoy
This is my dad giving his talk Saturday afternoon
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Never a dull moment in the life of Stacey
Wow, a bunch of awesome stuff has happened in my normally average life. One of my besties n DR roommate Misty came to visit from DR/Wisconsin so she could come to the French district convention in North Carolina with my family and me. I'm not going to get into the convention program because i know many still haven't attended yet so i'll be considerate and say nothing other than it was AMAZING and it actually made me cry in public which NEVER happens.
Now, for some strange reason, whenever the two of us get together crazy experiences seem to ensue. That being said cut to Wednesday when we arrive in the middle of nowhere town of Salisbury, NC. It's about 10 pm and Misty, Girardo and I are STARVING. Seeing as how we dont know the area very well we're at a loss for what to get to tame our hunger pangs. So Misty calls the front desk and ask if there are any fast food places open late in the area (bc most of the place in the hotel's restaurant directory close @ 9 pm since we're in Hicksville, USA). The front desk woman says "Oh yea, there's a Wendy's right across the street." Perfect! So the three of us head out on foot since we figure that if its across the street, no need to contribute to the growing hole in the ozone layer by burning gas in a car.
So we walk to the front of the hotel, look right & see nothing, then look left & see more of nothing. Then we squint and turn our heads slightly on an angle n see lights further down. But no Wendy's sign. Hmmm... why not? We're always up for an adventure so we walk towards the light. So there are no sidewalks, no streetlights, not much of anything really but we just keep walking, in the hope that we'll stumble upon this elusive Wendy's, whose existence I'm honestly starting to doubt at this point. Then finally like an oasis in arrid desert (i'm sorry for the excess of drama, just getting a little carried but we were REALLY hungry) we see the Wendy's sign. And Misty says "What kind of across street is this? We're really in the country!" Truer words never spoken. But here's the best part, after walking to Wendy's Misty sees a Waffle House sign and says "Hey let's go there instead!" Now normally I'd object but since she'd been in the DR so long without one I figured I'd indulge the request. So further on we walk.
We eventually reach Waffle House and walk in. It REEKS of cigarette smoke bc apparently one can still smoke indoors when you live in the middle of nowhere. We then seat ourselves at one of the only empty tables and wait for someone to wait on us. Now just by looking at the rag tag waffle house team, we should have run for the hills but i try to not judge a book by its cover. But all the three of the employees were a strange mixture of redneck and emo, sporting dark goth hair and multiple facial piercings and tatoos but opening theirs mouths and sounding like characters right out of the Beverly Hillbillies. Regardless, we wait... and wait... and wait... Until finally a woman walks over to us and ask if she can take our drink orders and we say yes and make our requests. Then she asks us if we need menus. [Wait, do we need menus? Am i not in a restaurant? Do i seem to have the daily specials tatooed on my arm? Or do i look like i know the value items by heart? Yes i need a menu!] We say yes we'd like menus please and she says ok i'll be right back with some for you. So apparently being "right back" means something COMPLETELY different in Salisbury bc we waited like 10 minutes before she even brought our drinks back. Then she just walked away! No menus, no order taking, NOTHING! Then she walks over and answers the restaurant (of u can even call it that at this point) phone and proceeds to have a conversation with someone I'd have to assume was a manager. She says to said person (and imagine the most redneck accent possible, then multiply that x 10) "I would do my job if someone named DAVID would help me" And it just so happens that her tatooed counterpart standing right next to her is wearing a nametag that reads David. Burn! Then she gets more upset, then says "Well you know what? Tonight's my last night anyway" and she hangs up and we three can just feel the screwing over that was about to take place with our meal. She then walks away then walks back over again and asks if we're ready. We would have been if we'd had menus. So she finally gets us some then starts to take our order and we have a glimmer of hope of salvaging our night, only to have her answer her cell phone halfway thru my turn & before Girardo can even go, so she can converse with "manager" again. And she says "No, i havent even had one drink all day" then gets mad and hangs up and walks away again. And i think "Yep, we're screwed. Not only is she quitting but she's also and alcoholic. GREAT."
So a couple of minutes later "David" comes over to us to ask if we've been helped and we say know. Then he walks away and she eventually comes back and asks us uf we're done ordering. [Seriously?! Are we done?! You walked away before we could even get a word out! No I'm done! Are you done throwing a tantrum?!] And we say no and she finishes taking our order. So as we wait for our food, Johnnie (our waitress) is standing nearby writing stuff and Misty, with her heart of gold, asks her so nicely i alomost felt bad for being mad on the inside "Johnnie, are you really quitting today?" and Johnnie says yes and complains about poor working conditions and how she's been there 3 years. So Misty asks "Do you have any children?" Johnnie replies "Yes and I'm a grandma." And our jaws drop! She didnt look anything over 36 or 37. So I ask "Wow, how old are your children?" And she says "My daughter is 16" Oh. Then awkward silence. Then FINALLY our food comes out and we start to dig in and its amazingly, spectacularly, wonderfully... cold. What a bummer.
All that drama, frustration, & displaying the fruitage of the spirit only to get crappy food that's already bad for you? Epic fail. And to add insult to injury, despite the fact that the food and service were a royal disaster, we still tipped her about 18% because we felt bad that she was quitting in these tough economic times with a kid and grandkid to take care of. Darn Misty for making me feel compassion! Lol!
Now, for some strange reason, whenever the two of us get together crazy experiences seem to ensue. That being said cut to Wednesday when we arrive in the middle of nowhere town of Salisbury, NC. It's about 10 pm and Misty, Girardo and I are STARVING. Seeing as how we dont know the area very well we're at a loss for what to get to tame our hunger pangs. So Misty calls the front desk and ask if there are any fast food places open late in the area (bc most of the place in the hotel's restaurant directory close @ 9 pm since we're in Hicksville, USA). The front desk woman says "Oh yea, there's a Wendy's right across the street." Perfect! So the three of us head out on foot since we figure that if its across the street, no need to contribute to the growing hole in the ozone layer by burning gas in a car.
So we walk to the front of the hotel, look right & see nothing, then look left & see more of nothing. Then we squint and turn our heads slightly on an angle n see lights further down. But no Wendy's sign. Hmmm... why not? We're always up for an adventure so we walk towards the light. So there are no sidewalks, no streetlights, not much of anything really but we just keep walking, in the hope that we'll stumble upon this elusive Wendy's, whose existence I'm honestly starting to doubt at this point. Then finally like an oasis in arrid desert (i'm sorry for the excess of drama, just getting a little carried but we were REALLY hungry) we see the Wendy's sign. And Misty says "What kind of across street is this? We're really in the country!" Truer words never spoken. But here's the best part, after walking to Wendy's Misty sees a Waffle House sign and says "Hey let's go there instead!" Now normally I'd object but since she'd been in the DR so long without one I figured I'd indulge the request. So further on we walk.
We eventually reach Waffle House and walk in. It REEKS of cigarette smoke bc apparently one can still smoke indoors when you live in the middle of nowhere. We then seat ourselves at one of the only empty tables and wait for someone to wait on us. Now just by looking at the rag tag waffle house team, we should have run for the hills but i try to not judge a book by its cover. But all the three of the employees were a strange mixture of redneck and emo, sporting dark goth hair and multiple facial piercings and tatoos but opening theirs mouths and sounding like characters right out of the Beverly Hillbillies. Regardless, we wait... and wait... and wait... Until finally a woman walks over to us and ask if she can take our drink orders and we say yes and make our requests. Then she asks us if we need menus. [Wait, do we need menus? Am i not in a restaurant? Do i seem to have the daily specials tatooed on my arm? Or do i look like i know the value items by heart? Yes i need a menu!] We say yes we'd like menus please and she says ok i'll be right back with some for you. So apparently being "right back" means something COMPLETELY different in Salisbury bc we waited like 10 minutes before she even brought our drinks back. Then she just walked away! No menus, no order taking, NOTHING! Then she walks over and answers the restaurant (of u can even call it that at this point) phone and proceeds to have a conversation with someone I'd have to assume was a manager. She says to said person (and imagine the most redneck accent possible, then multiply that x 10) "I would do my job if someone named DAVID would help me" And it just so happens that her tatooed counterpart standing right next to her is wearing a nametag that reads David. Burn! Then she gets more upset, then says "Well you know what? Tonight's my last night anyway" and she hangs up and we three can just feel the screwing over that was about to take place with our meal. She then walks away then walks back over again and asks if we're ready. We would have been if we'd had menus. So she finally gets us some then starts to take our order and we have a glimmer of hope of salvaging our night, only to have her answer her cell phone halfway thru my turn & before Girardo can even go, so she can converse with "manager" again. And she says "No, i havent even had one drink all day" then gets mad and hangs up and walks away again. And i think "Yep, we're screwed. Not only is she quitting but she's also and alcoholic. GREAT."
So a couple of minutes later "David" comes over to us to ask if we've been helped and we say know. Then he walks away and she eventually comes back and asks us uf we're done ordering. [Seriously?! Are we done?! You walked away before we could even get a word out! No I'm done! Are you done throwing a tantrum?!] And we say no and she finishes taking our order. So as we wait for our food, Johnnie (our waitress) is standing nearby writing stuff and Misty, with her heart of gold, asks her so nicely i alomost felt bad for being mad on the inside "Johnnie, are you really quitting today?" and Johnnie says yes and complains about poor working conditions and how she's been there 3 years. So Misty asks "Do you have any children?" Johnnie replies "Yes and I'm a grandma." And our jaws drop! She didnt look anything over 36 or 37. So I ask "Wow, how old are your children?" And she says "My daughter is 16" Oh. Then awkward silence. Then FINALLY our food comes out and we start to dig in and its amazingly, spectacularly, wonderfully... cold. What a bummer.
All that drama, frustration, & displaying the fruitage of the spirit only to get crappy food that's already bad for you? Epic fail. And to add insult to injury, despite the fact that the food and service were a royal disaster, we still tipped her about 18% because we felt bad that she was quitting in these tough economic times with a kid and grandkid to take care of. Darn Misty for making me feel compassion! Lol!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
so a friend randomly emailed me a list of things that make her happy and i therefore felt compelled to do the same. and then i figured I'd share it with you guys too.
THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY
Hugs
Greeting cards for no reason or special occasion, just because someone thought of me
Pizza
Books
Rum raisin ice cream
Calla lilies
Sun showers
Cooking
Getting tanned/ being in the sun
Being with my friends
just being in the same room as brothers and not fighting
Preaching
Chocolate cake
Knowing that my friends think of me as a good friend
Singing out loud when I'm by myself, even though I'm sure i sound horrible
Mellow music (Adele, Corinne Bailey Rae, Ray Lamontagne, James Morrison, etc..)
Funny people
Audrey Hepburn
Organizing stuff (my space, my calendar, the bathroom)
Throwing parties
People being happy at my parties
When my hair unexpectedly looks amazing
Shoes
Taking a great picture
A nice view
Dominican Republic
THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY
Hugs
Greeting cards for no reason or special occasion, just because someone thought of me
Pizza
Books
Rum raisin ice cream
Calla lilies
Sun showers
Cooking
Getting tanned/ being in the sun
Being with my friends
just being in the same room as brothers and not fighting
Preaching
Chocolate cake
Knowing that my friends think of me as a good friend
Singing out loud when I'm by myself, even though I'm sure i sound horrible
Mellow music (Adele, Corinne Bailey Rae, Ray Lamontagne, James Morrison, etc..)
Funny people
Audrey Hepburn
Organizing stuff (my space, my calendar, the bathroom)
Throwing parties
People being happy at my parties
When my hair unexpectedly looks amazing
Shoes
Taking a great picture
A nice view
Dominican Republic
Sunday, May 31, 2009
First time to Venice Beach
Ok, so I've been living in Cali for almost 3 months now. I've been a lot of places and definitely seen a lot of "interesting" things. But i gotta admit, Venice Beach definitely takes the cake. From the minute we step on the walkway behind the beach, my girls Doreen & Genger tell me that i may see some things that may be surprising, so i should just brace myself. Even though they told me this, i realize now i wasn't mentally prepared.
We were able to find some french speaking people which was great bc we there to preach primarily anyway. We'd asked this one African woman if she spoke french and she said she didn't but the store owners next to her did. And we thought, "SCORE!". So we head next door and just our luck they're some beanie selling, rastafari looking dudes and their shopped smelled of weed and incense. I would have sworn they were Jamaican instead. Regardless, since the woman said they spoke french, we figured we'd give it a go. So I say "Bonjour" to one older guy and he responds in french n i was kinda shocked but kept talking and said in french, "we're Jehovah's Witnesses and we're sharing a Bible message with people who speak french" n old dude is like "oh i know who u are, but no thanks". There was a younger guy with him who walks over n looks at the magazines we're holding and asks "r u selling those?" n we say "no, we just give them to ppl who we know r going to read them" n he says "I'll read them" n we give them to him and leave bc i don't think our lungs could hold anymore of what their air was giving.
So we keep on walking n a guy comes up to us, trying to get us to let him take our picture n he'll print them n put them in a frame for us for just $10. And we of course say no n try to keep it moving. But dude is RELENTLESS. "Oh come on girls, your really pretty. U can put the dark skinned one (Genger) in the middle to balance it out. It'll be real nice" And we say no again. Then homie says "U guys r really well dressed to be out here. I know who u r. Gimme a second." And i say as a joke, "If u guess right i'll give u a prize" And he says " oh, i'll get THE prize?" n i say "no, A prize" (if u follow where he was trying to go) So he says "Yea i know, you're Jehovah's Witnesses." So i say "That's great. And for getting it right here's an Awake." And the guy just wont go away and keeps talking and talking about everything and nothing. Some of his convo was quite inappropriate and blush-inducing (Us having "thunder thighs" came up, much to my embarrassment). And after talking to him about his quite confusing life for over an hour, we some how end up walking back to our car with him still talking to us and good ol' Genger carrying his table for him bc his hands were full.
Sometimes i wonder how these things happen to me and my friends, but then i remember we're witness and prob tolerate alot more nonsense than most just to get Jehovah's good news out there.
So today's lesson kids: U never know how someone will be affected by your service so treat everyone like a potential sheep in Jehovah's flock.
Much love to all
We were able to find some french speaking people which was great bc we there to preach primarily anyway. We'd asked this one African woman if she spoke french and she said she didn't but the store owners next to her did. And we thought, "SCORE!". So we head next door and just our luck they're some beanie selling, rastafari looking dudes and their shopped smelled of weed and incense. I would have sworn they were Jamaican instead. Regardless, since the woman said they spoke french, we figured we'd give it a go. So I say "Bonjour" to one older guy and he responds in french n i was kinda shocked but kept talking and said in french, "we're Jehovah's Witnesses and we're sharing a Bible message with people who speak french" n old dude is like "oh i know who u are, but no thanks". There was a younger guy with him who walks over n looks at the magazines we're holding and asks "r u selling those?" n we say "no, we just give them to ppl who we know r going to read them" n he says "I'll read them" n we give them to him and leave bc i don't think our lungs could hold anymore of what their air was giving.
So we keep on walking n a guy comes up to us, trying to get us to let him take our picture n he'll print them n put them in a frame for us for just $10. And we of course say no n try to keep it moving. But dude is RELENTLESS. "Oh come on girls, your really pretty. U can put the dark skinned one (Genger) in the middle to balance it out. It'll be real nice" And we say no again. Then homie says "U guys r really well dressed to be out here. I know who u r. Gimme a second." And i say as a joke, "If u guess right i'll give u a prize" And he says " oh, i'll get THE prize?" n i say "no, A prize" (if u follow where he was trying to go) So he says "Yea i know, you're Jehovah's Witnesses." So i say "That's great. And for getting it right here's an Awake." And the guy just wont go away and keeps talking and talking about everything and nothing. Some of his convo was quite inappropriate and blush-inducing (Us having "thunder thighs" came up, much to my embarrassment). And after talking to him about his quite confusing life for over an hour, we some how end up walking back to our car with him still talking to us and good ol' Genger carrying his table for him bc his hands were full.
Sometimes i wonder how these things happen to me and my friends, but then i remember we're witness and prob tolerate alot more nonsense than most just to get Jehovah's good news out there.
So today's lesson kids: U never know how someone will be affected by your service so treat everyone like a potential sheep in Jehovah's flock.
Much love to all
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
So much, so much
ok everyone, it has been quite a while since i've written an entry but i promise it isnt bc i dont care i've just been obnoxiously busy. after my little brother visited last month i was working super hard in field service and i had the circuit overseer visit and brother henderson and his wife were so nice and having their visit was so encouraging. and the brother's talk were so insightful and just makes me want to continue to do more for Jehovah and set even more spiritual goals.
After their visit it was off to GA for a month for various activities: CO & DO visit, Circuit assembly in French, lil bro & cousin's graduation, and their grad party that i was throwing for them. Amidst all that i was also supposed to go to Haiti with my mom but then there was the H1N1 (swine flu) scare so my dad said we should just postpone the trip. But i think he just used that as an excuse to get me to do stuff around the house bc in the time that i should have spent chillin in the motherland, i cleaned off the back deck, the back porch, painted the kitchen (which is quite large), primed the back room and painted it. So i had to wonder how all this would have gotten done if i had gone to Haiti (i dont know about you, but i smell a rat).
So Girardo and Joel graduated, it was awesome but also made me kinda sad bc it seemed like an era was ending. Girardo is the last Gaspard to graduate from high school, which means my parents r getting old, which by default means I'm getting old. Sigh, before u know it i'll be 25 which is pretty the same as being 75 (j/k!)
And the culmination of my month in GA was the grad party which was A LOT of work but seeing everyone (all 100+ of them), especially Girardo and Joel, definitely made all the stress worth it. But i definitely know i couldnt have done it alone. i had a lot of help but definitely most of all from my fabulous cousin Dominique who kept me sane and from the brink of a nervous breakdown in many instances. And let me just say that the music was quite off the chain courtesty of my brother, DJ DtM. And just so you know he DJ's for all kinds of events (except for those of pagan origin) and all kinds of crowds with kompa, reggae, zouk, latin, american and whatever else you can think of. If you want to get at him just email him for more info @
So now i'm back in LA, just got here today and time to get back on my grind and preach my but off and find a job asap and of course have a good time with my friends who i havent hung with in a while. Let the good times recommence
Here are pix from the grad & party:
http://s343.photobucket.com/albums/o474/stay_c1222/Dynasty%20Graduation%20Bash/
After their visit it was off to GA for a month for various activities: CO & DO visit, Circuit assembly in French, lil bro & cousin's graduation, and their grad party that i was throwing for them. Amidst all that i was also supposed to go to Haiti with my mom but then there was the H1N1 (swine flu) scare so my dad said we should just postpone the trip. But i think he just used that as an excuse to get me to do stuff around the house bc in the time that i should have spent chillin in the motherland, i cleaned off the back deck, the back porch, painted the kitchen (which is quite large), primed the back room and painted it. So i had to wonder how all this would have gotten done if i had gone to Haiti (i dont know about you, but i smell a rat).
So Girardo and Joel graduated, it was awesome but also made me kinda sad bc it seemed like an era was ending. Girardo is the last Gaspard to graduate from high school, which means my parents r getting old, which by default means I'm getting old. Sigh, before u know it i'll be 25 which is pretty the same as being 75 (j/k!)
And the culmination of my month in GA was the grad party which was A LOT of work but seeing everyone (all 100+ of them), especially Girardo and Joel, definitely made all the stress worth it. But i definitely know i couldnt have done it alone. i had a lot of help but definitely most of all from my fabulous cousin Dominique who kept me sane and from the brink of a nervous breakdown in many instances. And let me just say that the music was quite off the chain courtesty of my brother, DJ DtM. And just so you know he DJ's for all kinds of events (except for those of pagan origin) and all kinds of crowds with kompa, reggae, zouk, latin, american and whatever else you can think of. If you want to get at him just email him for more info @
danique.gaspard@gmai |
Here are pix from the grad & party:
http://s343.photobucket.com/albums/o474/stay_c1222/Dynasty%20Graduation%20Bash/
Monday, April 13, 2009
32 Flavors of "SoCal Smooth"ness
i think i should trademark that (the title of the post) and sell it to Jamba Juice so they can use it as the name of a new drink. just a thought.
Anyways, i've entitled today's entry as such bc it's somewhat of a joint effort between my blog "SoCal Smoothness" and my younger brother's "all 32 Flavors". So basically its what happens when our two worlds collide: late nights and fun times! Today's entry is kind of basic summary of what we did, places we went and food we ate and basically stuff you should do too if you're in the area.
Girardo, the bro, came last friday and left last night do he was here for a little over a week. I brought to some of my fave spots including Old Town, in Pasadena, The Galleria in Glendale, and the The Alley in the Fashion District. We also hit up some new spots inlcuding the Santa Monica Pier.
One of the first places we went was Hollywood Blvd. I pretty much the photog and Gi was the subject. We hit up Grauman's Chinese Theatre and the Kodak Theatre and took some pretty cool pix. And i dont know if i have a sign on my forehead or something but once again as I'm walking back to the car some random dude asks us if we wanted weed! No, i do not wish to buy it from anyone, i do not have any to give and no i was not support your habit! Just leave me alone and keep it moving. Sigh, just had to get that off my chest. We also got RIDICULOUSLY lost on the way home, which is not too hard to believe for those who know me. It got to the point where i was soo unaware of where i was and how to get to where i need to be (and not to mention that its was dumb late and had just finished helping Doreen paint so i was exhausted) that i literally just wanted to pull the car over and cry. But we were somewhere in the middle of the hood so i had to way my choices and came to the conclusion that i'd rather be tired and upset then carjacked and stranded, so on we went. Eventually we got home and 3 am.
In Old Town we just did some light shopping, lookin for Memorial clothes but the BEST part was the Italian ice cream (gelato) at this place called Picomolo at 20 E. Colorado. I had the Tiramisu and Mango flavored gelatos and Gi got the watermelon. Literally heaven on Earth. You have to try it. And there's the sickest sneaker shop, Neo 39. If you're into kicks, you must hit them up. There's so much to doi in Old Town, you kinda just need to hit that up yourself.
Santa Monica Pier was pretty nice. We went on the a roller coaster and the ferris wheel, which was a first for the both of us. I'm not so crazy about heights (my third biggest fear of dying is falling to my death, so yea) but it was still really fun. I LOVE the view from up there, you could see practically everything. We also did those fun photo booth things. There's also an Ice Cream (the clothing line) store in the area at 420 Broadway.
The coolest thing we did (in my opinion) was go to the Griffith Onservatory. I'm super huge into science but i'll be the first to admit it's really interesting and it's not all tedious and boring like 3rd period science sophomore year of high school. But the hands-down, best part was the view of ALL of Los Angeles. Its makes you appreciate all the work Jehovah and Jesus put into creating the earth and it makes youlook forward to how much better it will be in the new system.
So thats's basically all i've got. If i think of anymore witty anecdotes i'll be sure to put them up. Also here's the link to the pix...
http://s343.photobucket.com/albums/o474/stay_c1222/32%20Flavors%20of%20SoCal%20Smoothness/
Just copy and paste the link. Enjoy and much love!
Stay smooth!
Anyways, i've entitled today's entry as such bc it's somewhat of a joint effort between my blog "SoCal Smoothness" and my younger brother's "all 32 Flavors". So basically its what happens when our two worlds collide: late nights and fun times! Today's entry is kind of basic summary of what we did, places we went and food we ate and basically stuff you should do too if you're in the area.
Girardo, the bro, came last friday and left last night do he was here for a little over a week. I brought to some of my fave spots including Old Town, in Pasadena, The Galleria in Glendale, and the The Alley in the Fashion District. We also hit up some new spots inlcuding the Santa Monica Pier.
One of the first places we went was Hollywood Blvd. I pretty much the photog and Gi was the subject. We hit up Grauman's Chinese Theatre and the Kodak Theatre and took some pretty cool pix. And i dont know if i have a sign on my forehead or something but once again as I'm walking back to the car some random dude asks us if we wanted weed! No, i do not wish to buy it from anyone, i do not have any to give and no i was not support your habit! Just leave me alone and keep it moving. Sigh, just had to get that off my chest. We also got RIDICULOUSLY lost on the way home, which is not too hard to believe for those who know me. It got to the point where i was soo unaware of where i was and how to get to where i need to be (and not to mention that its was dumb late and had just finished helping Doreen paint so i was exhausted) that i literally just wanted to pull the car over and cry. But we were somewhere in the middle of the hood so i had to way my choices and came to the conclusion that i'd rather be tired and upset then carjacked and stranded, so on we went. Eventually we got home and 3 am.
In Old Town we just did some light shopping, lookin for Memorial clothes but the BEST part was the Italian ice cream (gelato) at this place called Picomolo at 20 E. Colorado. I had the Tiramisu and Mango flavored gelatos and Gi got the watermelon. Literally heaven on Earth. You have to try it. And there's the sickest sneaker shop, Neo 39. If you're into kicks, you must hit them up. There's so much to doi in Old Town, you kinda just need to hit that up yourself.
Santa Monica Pier was pretty nice. We went on the a roller coaster and the ferris wheel, which was a first for the both of us. I'm not so crazy about heights (my third biggest fear of dying is falling to my death, so yea) but it was still really fun. I LOVE the view from up there, you could see practically everything. We also did those fun photo booth things. There's also an Ice Cream (the clothing line) store in the area at 420 Broadway.
The coolest thing we did (in my opinion) was go to the Griffith Onservatory. I'm super huge into science but i'll be the first to admit it's really interesting and it's not all tedious and boring like 3rd period science sophomore year of high school. But the hands-down, best part was the view of ALL of Los Angeles. Its makes you appreciate all the work Jehovah and Jesus put into creating the earth and it makes youlook forward to how much better it will be in the new system.
So thats's basically all i've got. If i think of anymore witty anecdotes i'll be sure to put them up. Also here's the link to the pix...
http://s343.photobucket.com/albums/o474/stay_c1222/32%20Flavors%20of%20SoCal%20Smoothness/
Just copy and paste the link. Enjoy and much love!
Stay smooth!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
One evening on Hollywood Blvd...
my bestie Geraldine and I are walking trying to do the tourist thing. We went to Grauman's Chinese Theatre (sp?) , saw the stars on the walk of fame, got mediocre pizza, and stuff like that. So we start walking back towards the car. While we're waiting to cross at a light on a street corner, a homeless hobo says to us "hey you got any change? i need $18." and geraldine and i look at each other like " he's quite specific and i'm mad he's asking for so much money". so we just turn back to him and say "sorry cant help you" and kept waiting for the light. so then another dude standing next to us, who obviously hears him asks the hobo what he needs the money for. the hobo says "well... to buy some herb". our jaws drop! then as if to justify himself, he says "well at least i was honest". and we just had to laugh and say "true, true". so FINALLY the light changes and we cross the street and then the guy next to us gestures back towards the hobo ans says "dirtbag" as he waits to ask someone else for money to get his fix and we laugh awkwardly.
Wow,welcome to Holly"wierd".
Wow,welcome to Holly"wierd".
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