Day Forty-Three: Monterey, Day One

7/24/13, 9:44 AM PDT

So apparently, last night, I talked in my sleep. I said "Can I change the channel, mom?" and "The channel on the TV" even though obviously, there wasn't a TV in the car. My family thought it was HILARIOUS even though I don't remember any of it.

They're never gonna let me hear the end of it. Sigh.



Same day, 2:54 PM PDT

Arrived in Monterey! Roamed the mall for a bit since our check-in time isn't until 3. Walked into a toy shop andOH MY GOD, THEY HAVE SUCH AWESOME STUFF. LOOK AT THIS TRI-SHOT RUBBER BAND GUN.

"You can kill the terrorist AND the hostage next to him in one shot!"

AND THIS CLOCKTOWER MADE OF K'NEX

Look me straight in the eye and tell me this isn't
the blurriest thing you've ever seen.

And... The holy grail.

Mash'em Smash'em Androids.

Afterwards, we drove out to the bay, where we found some geese that apparently followed us from Hurricane Harbor. So I decided to feed them some leftover french fries we had and managed to get these geese closeups in the process.

"Get my good side, human."

The one on the right is Timmy. He don't talk much.

Time Magazine's cover photo for February 29, 2012. No joke.

Compensating.

One bit me. Should I get checked?

Moving on to that horrible STD joke, we finally got to our hotel. And look at our view!

I'd kill to do parkour on these roofs (rooves?)

Same day, 9:06 PM PDT

Ate at Bubba Gump. The food was okay. Also, bought sweatpants at a gift shop since I forgot my jeans at home and shorts aren't going to cut it in this weather. I feel weird wearing these black sweatpants since I'm also wearing a black jacket. Makes me look like a... what's the word? Those people that wear all black, run through the streets silently, and discreetly kill people before sneaking away?

Oh, that's right. A thug.

I bought this thing too. It's a pen, but when you click the thing that makes the pen tip come out, the claw clamps down. It's the greatest.

Snip.

Snap.

RFotD: Castroville, an area in Monterey, CA, crowned a woman named "Norma Jean" as its first Artichoke queen. Norma Jean is of course, more known as "Marilyn Monroe."

SGAT: Nada.