Sunday night we got checked into a cheap motel in Valencia for a couple of nights. Monday, July 18, it was decided that the Littles and I would have a fun day doing whatever they wanted (bowling, movie watching, swimming, whatever) while Jim took Ever to Six Flags Magic Mountain. So we dropped those two at the amusement park, and the Littles and I went bowling first off.
Berry wanted her bowling name to be "Sweet Cakes" - her favorite nickname that I call her. I had to take a picture of the scores because I pretty much never break 100 anymore.
Jim was getting very ill at Magic Mountain. It was a terribly hot day (over 100°), and he gets super sick on all rides in his old age. We decided that I would pick up Subway for lunch and take food to Jim and Ever. By that point, though, they were so hot and Jim was feeling so bad that we all went back to the motel for a break. The girls enjoyed popcorn and a movie while Jim napped.
The view from our room was amazing. After the fancy Hilton in San Francisco, we were back to our roots.
Jim mustered the energy to return to Magic Mountain, but he managed one more ride. The motion sickness was too much, so Ever had to ride alone the rest of the day.
Back at the hotel, we ate cookies and went for a swim.
Jim and Ever stayed at Magic Mountain until pretty late. I don't remember what happened for dinner, but Baskin Robbins happened for dessert.
Tuesday, July 19, we went to Griffith Park, which is a great place for viewing the Hollywood sign and L.A. I always thought the Hollywood sign was romantic and exciting. I kept pointing it out to the girls, though, and they seemed not to care about it at all.
The family-with-a-view photo didn't work out.
The observatory wasn't open at that time, so we just walked around the grounds and then went to the La Brea Tar Pits.
Jim's shirt was absolutely ridiculous. Stained and shredded.
The last stop was Santa Monica. It was weird to be back in my old stomping grounds after so many years.
We went down to the pier and splurged on a bunch of ride tickets.
We took turns on the rings that Jim and I remembered doing in the olden days. I couldn't quite complete them, which was very disappointing. Rings and monkey bars are my thing! These were so slippery, though, I just couldn't hang on at the end.
For dinner, we talked about Fritto Misto (an old Santa Monica fave that was maybe a little fancy for the fam) and then looked for a little corner Italian restaurant we remembered fondly (their meat lasagna!) but whose name we could not recall. We couldn't find that one and ended up at Earth, Wind, & Flour - another Italian restaurant near our apartments on Texas Ave. where we (or at least Jim) used to order take-out. The restaurant definitely had not been updated at all since we were last there, and the food was terrible (and not even cheap). Struck out on that one. After dinner, we drove home.
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