When we arrived in Newport beach, LA, Eric said they had a beach BBQ planned but they just had to pop out and grab some supplies. We wanted to go with them but they refused so we stayed behind and got to know their house mate Daniel. Later we found out that Eric hadn't wanted us to go with them as they were collecting firewood from rubbish skips and construction site's! To be honest that sounds like something we would totally do; anyway down at the beach Eric already had the fire going when we arrived with Jessica and the hotdog supplies. This classic American meal of hotdogs and beer followed by gooey s'mores was just what we needed and we had a great night swapping travel tales! Amongst the adventure both of us couples recalled how sick we had gotten at times and how difficult it can be when your with your other half 24/7, fortunately we had all come out stronger for it. We must have still been hungry when we got home though because we said yes when Eric offered to heat up some of his other house mate Tom's famous ribs.
After a lazy start the following morning we went for brunch at a cute little outdoor diner overlooking the beach then spent a couple of hours driving around Newport Beach with Eric and Jessica. Eric was actually moving out of his house that afternoon but arranged for us to pay a little rent and take his room for the week while they were in-between flat mates, could it get any better! Eric and Jessica went to Jessica's cousins house for their last night together in LA before going their separate ways to be with family for Christmas and had invited us to join them later that evening.
The next morning after some bacon topped pumpkin flavoured pancakes we thought we had better seize the day and navigated our way through eight lane highways to the Santa Monica Pier. Knowing we would be going to some theme parks in the next few days we simply walked around and kept our money firmly in our pockets. We tried taking Scout with us but he was too crazy to handle with sooo many people around and everyone wanted to stop and pet him so we put him in the car. We knew it was a little hot but the air con had just been on, all four windows were cracked and he had a fresh bowl of water. However when we arrived back at the Dodge thirty minutes later some lady runs over to us and says "They took your dog. There was like twenty people here worried about him they were going to smash a window but the police came and took him". The ticket under the wiper gave the address and there was no damage to the car so we drove to the animal shelter wondering how all this could have happened, usually he's hidden in the back behind the window tints but he must have come forward for a drink and been spotted by some god-righteous animal lover.
At Muscle Beach we did the same thing I had done over fifteen years ago and roller bladed along the famous beach pathway. Scout thought it was super fun and pulled us individually along at high speed. A couple of times we had to pull a quick manoeuvre to avoid hitting someone and I think twice Will fell over. The action we saw along the beach was colourful to say the least and after returning the skates we walked back along the stalls. As the sun set things really started to get interesting; we were offered hard drugs several times, could have had countless consultations with so called doctors for medical marijuana and brought many counter fit items sold by muscly men with dreadlocks and tattoos. Just when we thought we had seen it all we watched a big guy in tight pants perform a dance routine in some roller skates... We finished the night with a heart attack inducing peanutbutter and bacon donut sandwich from the "Trashy Gourmet".
On the 20th of December we left the craziness of LA and headed north once more.
Rochelle & Will