Smog, Clarity, & The Return To Rain

- BÜNG BÜNG -

"Good evening folks, welcome aboard United Airlines flight 2291 from Los Angeles to Vancouver. We'll be getting underway in just a moment which puts us right on time for departure at 8:15pm. Flight time tonight is two-hours and fifteen minutes."

By this time my head was hammering.

Good God - how could two Tylenol not have worked? I mean, there was enough acitomenophen in those pills to tranquilize a bull elephant, yet the headache remained. It was an unceremonious end to an incredibly enjoyable week, and indeed I kept thinking it might have been Shiva's way of letting me know how jealous she was of the fact that I got to go to Disneyland and she didn't.

This little unpleasantness notwithstanding, I stayed awake for a short while as I tried to jot down memorable phrases picked up during the course of the week, none of which will be funny to anyone but Timothy or myself.

Either way, the trip itself went thus:

We began in Vancouver on Sunday where Tim rented a U-Haul, and after picking up the artwork from The L Word prop warehouses we were off to the highway. (The artwork being the reason for the trip FYI).

The first three days were filled with beautiful scenery, so many different weather patterns that even Melbourne was put to shame, and quaint (oft bizarre) towns and counties where people were either too friendly, or too quaint or bizarre to talk to you.

We passed through Washington, Oregon, and finally into California, where Arnold's voice echoed around every treacherous and rocky bend, luring us towards the smog surrounding the big city of Los Angeles. We spent a night and (almost) a day in San Francisco, one of the most beautiful cities I've seen, and finally arrived in Los Angeles on Wednesday morning.

Our mission completed, artwork safely delivered, Tim & I went sightseeing, Rodeo Drive, Sunset Boulevard et al. We were incredibly lucky with the weather too - the moment we entered Cali we were blessed with blue skies and sunshine - and Thursday we hit the fabled Disneyland for a day and night at the resort. For some reason I enjoyed the place even more now than I did when I was younger, it really is quite an incredible production. From entry to exit, those guys have the whole experience down pat.

Friday night finally rolled around, and after a day walking around Santa Monica we were ready to fly home. Thus, a successful journey. No heads bitten off, no dramas or tragedies, just good old fashioned fun. It's raining in Vancouver now, but the break will keep me warm for a while yet.

Jimzip