Ah-HA I have returned, my friends. Two weeks, three hotels, five theme parks and one encounter with a Jack Sparrow impersonator later, I have returned to my humble abode here on the now greatly-appreciated East Coast. Actually, I am still not technically home. I will be home on Monday. Currently, I am still at Kerry Jeane's, waiting for my dad to come home from Chicago tomorrow night. I miss my bed so much.
Yeah, definitely not my type of place. San Diego was actually very nice. It's very family-friendly and brightly colored (or as brightly colored as beige buildings, streets, sidewalks and signposts can be). And yes, I was forced to quote Anchorman several thousands over while wandering the streets of San Diego. Don't act like you wouldn't. Anywho, after three days in San Diego, I went to Manhattan Beach and Los Angeles *grimace*. Yes, I went to Hollywood and yes, I saw all the stars on the sidewalk and the handprints in the cement and the Chinese Theater and people dressed up like famous movie characters but frankly, Los Angeles was definitely not my kind of place. The beautiful L.A. you see in movies or on TV is actually like three blocks by two blocks. The rest of L.A. is like the worst imaginable section of New York, but with blazing, nonstop heat and hills made entirely of sandy dirt. That is L.A. in a nutshell. Heat and dirt.
But of course, Disneyland was awesome. The new Pirates of the Caribbean ride has animatronic Jack Sparrows and that was too cool. I got my picture taken with Jack Sparrow who acted perfectly as Johnny Depp in the movie. Also, I saw my first red carpet event. While in Hollywood I stumbled upon the red carpet to the ESPY'S or the ESPN awards. It's gonna air tomorrow but they filmed it the day I was there. I saw, among many nameless atheletes, Matthew McConaughey, Janet Jackson, and Shaquille O'Neal. So that was pretty cool although red carpets are actually incredibly boring. In real life, it's like "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN JANET JACKSON!!...And now 20 minutes of nothing happening."
So yeah, definitely was in East Coast withdrawal the entire time. I love the Atlantic Ocean, New York, my house, and even the dreaded bennys were sorely missed.
On a major downer note, while getting my daily installment of "Anderson Cooper 360", dear sweet Anderson announces that bombs are going off in Beirut, Lebanon. Now, this may seem unimportant but all of Alissar's family is there. A lot of them ran off to the mountains but now the mountains are being bombed. So, some cousins are going to Syria and others, luckily, have American citizenship so they are getting to the American Embassy and getting out. However, the casualities are mounting on the both sides of this conflict and Alissar is really worried and upset. I tried to be positive about the whole thing but when you watch Anderson, whom we both love and watch constantly, reporting while wearing a bullet proof vest in an Israeli suburb and rockets going off in the background, you tend to feel a bit pessimistic. I just sincerely hope that nothing escalates beyond what it already is and that Alissar's family is alright.
Whoa, long entry to say the least.