So this is DPL and Scotty's house:
It's adorable. And you can walk to the grocery store and all kinds of awesome resturants/bars. You can even bring Theodore Rutherford Lerch if you want! (aka: Teddy(and you probably won't want to because he's very excitable)).
But if you're lucky, when you walk up to the house you'll see this:
Mongo! What a cutie.
And there's Bandit being Fat and adorable!
I've actually been walking a lot of dogs whilst on Vaca. Pretty much i walk into a house and they're like: Lauren! Great to see you! Hey, can you take the dog for a walk?
Duke:
And there's Tini of course, but i didn't really "walk" her so much as chase her around the front yard. I don't have a picture because my Aunt has 1 million of them, and she seemed pictured out.
So the other day i was like, "Hey Scotty! did you read my last blog?!" and he was like, "Yes." Which totally caught me off guard because it had only been posted for like one hour, but that made me super happy and I was like, "What did you think?!" and he was like, "..." Dead Silence. And i was like, "Oh, i see." and he's like, "It's only funny if your parents are involved, also it didn't seem to have a point, but i guess parts of it were humerous." Way to play it to me straight, Scotty. Awesome.
So then we went to lunch at this place called Curry Up!:
Which has like Tikki Masala Burritos and Sweet Potato Fries coverd in curry and tons of other awesomely delicious stuff. Also they started as a food truck:
After lunch Scotty was like, "So what are you going to do now?" And i was like, "Nanc wants me to come over and prune Gina (our cousin)'s peach tree because she can't reach it (Yes, Nanc is on this Vacation too). And he's like, "Why?" and the answer is because sometimes Nanc just sees something that needs to be done, and will not sleep until the task is accomplished. Even if it requires pulling her daughter away from a well deserved, relaxing vacation in order to lug out a ladder and climb a small tree to pull off extra peach blossoms so the tree grows more smoothly next year. Then she has the audacity to say to my relatives, "Yeah, Lauren moved out immediatly after she got all of her debts payed off. I mean she was OUT of there!" which First: Not true. and Second: See aformentioned Peach Tree senario. I can't imagine why.
(Are you happy now Scotty? Michelle Branch wants to know.)
So then i escape and manage to drive over to the book store, hair full of peach tree leaves, to buy a book before our Yosemite trip because i just finished The Help (<- lovely). And here's the thing with me and books: I rarely buy them. Usually i just go to the library, unless it's a book i want to give to someone else, or one i know i'm going to read all the time. But i was listening to the radio (yes, NPR...) and they were talking about this book that takes place in Buena Vista Park in SF, and is kind of a play on A Midsummer Night's Dream and i was like, "I'm in San Francisco! That would be the perfect book!" And then i think: Fuck it, i'm on Vacation. Also it's called The Great Night by Chris Adrian. So anyway i go to this little bookstore by my cousins and they don't have it, which surprises me not in the least. But then i suck it up and go to Barnes and Nobel, and it's not on the shelves. So i go to the customer service desk and wait a good 10min, before i'm like, "What the fuck?" and i go to the front counter where there's no one in line, and i'm like, "Can you help me find this book?" and he's like, "You have to go to the customer service desk." and i'm like, "I was just there for 10min." and he's like, "I know, but that's just how it is." And OK, 1: You know?? Were you watching me stand around like an asshole for 10min, or what? and then #2 is: he called someone over, which awesome, but he didn't tell me he was going to do that so i thought i was just going to have to wait again and, i mean, it would have been nice to know because it just made me more pissed. But also: If he saw me standing there for 10min, why didn't he call in the first place?" So i'm already SUPER pissed off. but now i ask the guy about the book, and he's like, "Oh, we don't have it." and i'm like, "Why?" and he's like, "We're getting it in paper back next month." and i'm like, "Oh, so you just sell out the hard covers and don't order anymore until the paper backs come in?" at which point he should have absoluetely just been like, "Yeah, that's the ticket." but instead he choose to be honest, and was like, "No, actually we pull all the books from the shelves 2 months in advance and send them back to the warehouse to create a desire for the new ones." and i swear the peach tree leaves in my hair actually caught on fire. Then i'm like, "Are there any other bookstores around?" and he's like, "I can order it for you, you won't find it anywhere around here." And i'm furious. And the only thing i can think to myself is, "Oh, i'll find it!"
Because i hate that. I hate someone telling me i won't be able to do something that is completely possible to do. And also I hate when something that actually should be available isn't. Especially if it's to "Create a desire" for it, because oBviously i already have that desire assholes. So in my head i'm already listing 3 bookstores i can go to, and making plans to borrow my sister's car, and i'm like, "I'll show him!" But actually i won't because he doesn't care/will never find out/remember, and besides that... I'm on vacation. So instead i just go home and make scones.
Then Princess came over. The ten years i've known princess she's always had like dark brown/black hair, up to and including when i saw her two days ago, then she shows up like this:
Which: if i saw her the first time i would be like: YOU DIED YOUR HAIR!! but now i'm like: You died your hair? When did this crazy transformation happen? Oh that princess...
aNYway... then we got a California 6 pack:
Which, apparently, is just a 12 pack cut in half. Ghetto.
And ate delicious scones with Strawberry Jam and clotted cream.
And then when we got back from Yosemite (which i'll blog about as soon as Scotty puts up the pictures) Nanc, DPL, and i went to an awesome bookstore in the city and:
Tada!!! take THAT stupid Barnes and Nobel guy! A book for the plane ride, and a happy ending after all.
