My sister spoke at the now-famous social security rally where Bernie Sanders got pre-empted by #blacklivesmatter activists. As soon as that was over, my sister and I bolted; I said “goodbye, Seattle” and we hit the road.
We stopped for coffee in Olympia, which is our hometown, but I barely remember the place. My sister had to give me directions to a coffee shop.
Our next stop was Salem, Oregon. We found a Korean restaurant and ordered too much food. Soondubu, grilled mackeral, mool naeng myun. They were super nice there, and they gave us a sweet orange, peeled and shaded with cocktail umbrella.
Later, we got to our hotel in Eugene and crashed. The next morning I got up early, but my sister slept in, so I gassed up the car and did some laundry and some light exploring, got coffee, etc. There was a little bit of culture clash when I got out of my car and reached for my wallet to pump my own gas… and the attendant called from the other side of the lot, “I’ll be right with you!” and I remembered that regular people don’t pump their own gas in Oregon, it’s a thing. “Forgot I was in Oregon,” I said to the attendant. He wasn’t that impressed.
We had a long drive ahead of us, so we got a big American breakfast at an Elmer’s Diner. Doesn’t look like much!
We hit a rest stop somewhere along the way, and took this selfie at a pitstop. By the way, my sister’s guns are straight fire and not at all being pushed up by the car door.
We stopped for lunch in Ashland, Oregon, and had lunch on the Calle Guanajuato, which is a fancyish pedestrian lane. I had a burger at some restaurant where the servers were attractive and not very sharp. I think by this time I was starting to feel a tickle in my throat.
Before leaving Ashland, we took a drink at the Lithia Spring, which is naturally fizzy and high in sulfur. I’ve had it before, and I warned my sister that at first it is gross, but then you keep trying it to remember how gross it is, which is enjoyable.
My sister said that it tasted like pennies in a pickle jar, like blood, like a bloody nose… Eventually the little bottle that we took lost its fizz and turned green, so I threw it out at a rest stop in Dunnigan, California.
We had dinner there, and breakfast the next morning, and then we hit the road. By then, I had a full-blown cold. We stopped in Atascadero, CA for an hour or so too see my sister’s friend and her new baby. They had a beautiful house and a beautiful mellow new son, and I felt bad for being sick. We did take pictures but I didn’t take any with my phone, so nothing for the blog.
Not long after that, we stopped in Los Olivos and bought some wine and olives for pasalubong. As we got to Pismo Beach I asked my sister, “how long until we get to the coast?” She answered that we were about to see the money shot, and then bam, the mountains parted and the Pacific Ocean view filled the windshield, as we came down the mountain.
We made it to J’s house in Pacific Palisades that night, and I was too sick to be coherent, so I crashed while my sister stayed up and chatted with J and her sister L and the three dogs and the two boys. It was so so so nice of J to let us crash there! How do I not have any photos on my phone of our stay there?
The next morning I got gas (big mistake in Pacific Palisades) and then took my sister with me to go apartment hunting. We saw some gross places in Glendale. It was discouraging. After we saw the last apartment, I asked my sister to take me to Griffith Park Observatory.
Below is a photo with the Hollywood sign (top left corner, white smudge in the hillside), plus a selfie on the rooftop and one from inside the Planetarium. We saw a show about Viking astronomy which was narrated by a live actor and over-animated.
Later we met up with my sister’s friends for dinner, and took these selfies.
The next day was the day my sister flew out of Burbank, so rather than resume the apartment hunt, I declared a goof-off day. So my sister took me to her favorite seafood market on Redondo Pier and we ate uni.
My sister saved room for a corndog at Craig’s Hot Dog. As he was hand-dipping it, he told us that the whole Pier was going to get fancied up and redone, and that he probably wouldn’t be there by next year. He said that people wanted to upscale it, like Pike Place Market in Seattle. Obviously, these people don’t know shit about Pike Place Market in Seattle, which is textbook case for NOT upscaling.
After Redondo we had time to kill, so we played a game called “Drive Through Neignborhoods We’ve Heard of.” We drove through Manhattan Beach (didn’t find parking), Compton, South Central, Watts, and wound our way up to Koreatown, and by then it was time for lunch, so we stopped at a ramen place and got rice and takoyaki… everything but ramen!
I went back to J’s place to crash, and had a lovely dinner al fresco near the pool with J and the charming dogs.
The next morning I dragged myself out of bed and drove another hour back to Glendale to resume the apartment hunt. I parked at a cafe and started calling places on Zillow.
The first place to call me back was my first choice; 30 minutes walk to work, all luxury amenities, a little far from the trendy bars so no dorm-like shennanigans. I went to see the place, and it was awesome in every way! Except for electric stove, which I will adapt to, ugh. Anyway, I applied for the place and got accepted, so mission accomplished; I have an apartment in Glendale now.
I drove the hour back to J’s house and packed my things, said goodbye and headed to Vegas. Here’s a selfie I took at the bluff over the Pacific at Pacific Palisades before heading off.
Next: Quality Time in Vegas.