out and about
So I finally had a chance to get out a bit further afield this afternoon. It was nice, cause while I've walked, biked and driven from home to downtown like a million times already, besides that I didn't have much idea what things are like around here. Desirous of rectifying this situation, I looked at the mountains which we can see down to the northeast at the end of our street, and said, 'I'll go up there!' (on a bike, this is).
Which I found out that they were alot further than looked. Our internet was broken when I set out, and the map was in Leah's car in the parking garage by her work, so I didn't have anything to go on besides I could see the mountains there at the end of the street. Which was fine, except after about a mile and a half the street ended. I went right (mountains are inland, right?) and at 26th Street I came to the end of Santa Monica and entered beautiful Brentwood. 26th was the first cross street to keep going north, so I took it for a bit, but then it took a turn for the hilly, diving down into the canyon, so I decided not to go any further that way: not knowing the terrain I didn't want to go down any gigantic hills that I might have to come back up again!
So instead I went back to San Vicente Blvd and took it down (and down it was: a gentle grade, but I barely had to touch the pedals for a mile or so) til I got Ocean Ave and the bluff. I could see the bike path down there on the beach, but I couldn't get to it (the mountains? Oh, um, they were really far away. Never mind them.), so I took Ocean a little further north where it went through some crazy turns taking its own dive into the canyon, and then navigated though a maze of streets (um... these streets have curves in them; I don't remember how to do curves) down to the Pacific Coast Highway, where I sat and puzzled for some minutes on how to get across it. Eventually I deduced from the signs ('do not cross: use tunnel') that there was a tunnel, so I located it and there I was.
Then it was a simple matter of heading down the bike path back to the pier, where I arrived just in time to watch the pelicans diving for their dinner. (Though 'diving' perhaps doesn't give the right impression, as it leads you to imagine they employ some grace and style in this endeavor. Which is not the case: no, they look more like they've been shot, or maybe they're just tired of flying and decided to stop. Big splashes.) Then I biked up into town, and got to Leah's store just at the moment that she was calling me to ask me to come pick her up. So she didn't get picked up, but we did get to do a little shopping and walk home together, which was nice. Oh wait, we didn't walk together: she rode the bike and made me run along beside it! No fair!
leah and dan like slightly different things, we find
so i finished up today with training two new people for the store. they are both super smart and nice, and one of them is an actress so she is very tall and pretty, and the other one is a regular person so dan would probobly think she's prettier than the other one, but not me, i think the tall one is prettier. So they are both smart and nice and pretty, the latter depending on who you ask. anyway, the training wasn't too hard, because they are both smart, but the tiring bit was talking for two days straight and also waking up and going to the store at 6:30 to start training at 7am. also i had stayed late on sunday night to finish up work on the shipping binder, cuz now i'm in charge of shipping and it's sure not gonna suck under my watch. so that was a couple nights in a row of late working, after all that staying up late with my father. but it was well worth it, because i had a fun time with my daddy. but then i felt bad because i didn't get enough alone time to spend with dan, and i even fell asleep while we were reading and i told him to shhhhh because i was having a dream that someone was trying to give me directions, and i couldn't hear over the reading of the story. so he felt bad over being shhhhhed, and i sure did feel bad about being a bad girlfriend and spending most of my time working and sleeping while my poor boyfriend slaves away at home on the internet with this blog and whatever else.
But all my worriedness about needing to be entertaning had to be thrown out the window yesterday because after dinner i got desperately sick and had to lie down in the dark for the rest of the night. today i felt better, but was still a little woozy when i came home between my shifts. berly let me go home a bit early tonight, because i wasn't looking so good and also because i had already worked like over eight hours so far. and while i was calling dan to ask me to come pick me up from work, i said "where are you?" and he said "im right outside your store right now." because he was coming into town and psychic. so i looked out the window, and there he was. spooky. so we went to get something to eat, and then i tried on some pants at abercrombie, and i liked them in pink and dan liked them in white and i bought none of them for various reasons including monitary and bumitary. but also we found out that abercrombie has ZERO PEOPLE WHO WORK THERE, unlike lululemon. there was no one to open the dressing rooms for me, so i crawled under the door. literally, there was no sales person on the entire floor we were on.
and then we made garlic bread and it was good. so was the eisode of sex in the city i started watching. and i'm sure dan liked the think he looked at on the computer when he stopped watching tv with me because i was watching sex in the city. so in the end we both win.