Vacation in California Log, November 7:
After watching several (read... um.... way more than that.) Henry Thomas clips (Moby Dick, Valmont, Cloak & Dagger, etc...) and requesting a slew of things from the library, I finally went to bed (the word bed meaning the couch in the family room).
Woke up. In the AM :]
Took more pictures, said bye to various relatives, and ate something that maybe resembled a breakfast.
Chatted with Amaranthine, and got ready to head to Orange County.
Had to jumpstart the borrowed car, turn around, and re-start the car before actually driving.
Drove for a long time.
Got to meet the lovely, lovely Amaranthine (which was EPIC!). She had sweetly brought cookies and a bookmark and a crocheted hair net.
Lame and unprepared being I was, all I could offer was a small remnant of the famous chocolate treats that have appeared several times on this blog. They were (possibly) on the old side, and (definitely) sort of crumbly from being in a warm car all day.
Oh well. We had a blast anyway :D Thanks for the awesomeness Amaranthine!
(And it's Am-are-ANTH-theen, for the record. I heard it from the very person!)
After that, we went and gorged ourselves on In-N-Out Burger.
And then we went to Downtown Disney to meet up with uncle & fam and cousins.
And ate more.
I swear I could not breathe.
We then walked around Downtown Disney for a bit.
It's now 7 or so in the evening. Dark. And cold.
I dressed for a hot California day.
Not walking around in the cold of after-sundown.
I didn't even bring my ever-present jacket.
So I wore my mom's jacket. But then she got cold, so dad gave her his jacket.
He had given her a quilt/blanket thing from the back of the car during our dinner, so he swapped his jacket for the blanket.
And, I kid you not.......
.......Walked around Downtown Disney completely swaddled in a blue-flowered quilt.
It was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life.
Get this, my dad's a pretty down-to-earth, dry humor kind of guy. He's not goofy like that in public.
You know, until today.
*giggles like a maniac*
It got worse, too.
As we were leaving, there was a large, temporarily empty section of street.
And Dad flung the blanket behind his head like a cape and ran around like Superman.
Oh. My. Gosh.
Observe, if ye doth not believeth me:
As my mom, me, and all nearby relatives were dying of laughter, I looked at mom and said, "You know, you're married to him."
I love my dad.
He's so silly.
(He actually did it about three times, once in front of a band playing music, second time right by the gate, and then one more time for the camera as you saw.)
Anyway, it was a seriously adventurous day, epic in all ways, and completely stuffed to the brim in food.
How are YOU guys doing??