Honeymoon
Day 1: Lake Tahoe
That's the panel in my car, that 3 F thing means it was 3 degrees outside when we left
Somewhere outside Nevada on I-80
Beverly Hills?
Somewhere in Nevada on I-80
Somewhere in Nevada on I-80
Somewhere in Nevada on I-80
Somewhere in Nevada on I-80
Right past those trees is Lake Tahoe
Out room at Harvey's in Lake Tahoe
George was talking to either his mom or Uncle Danny
I was really impressed at this hotel. Very nice for such a great price.
We went down to the casino, ate at Hard Rock, had delicious hamburgers then and went and gambled. Let me tell you, gambling is super duper LAME. Seriously. Dumbest thing I've ever done in my life. We lost about $80 (we had about $200 budgeted), hopped in the car and found a Safeway, and had more fun trying to choose what beer or alcohol we wanted to buy than we did in the casino. We ended up getting just 2 - 6 packs of our favorite beer.
"Welcome to California" sign RIGHT outside Harvey's. And when I say RIGHT, I mean I was standing just outside the casino door when I took this.
Day 2: Sacramento
Somewhere outside Lake Tahoe on Route 50
My first glance at palm trees this vacation. In Sacramento.
George's Dad's and Grampa's grave. This was horribly depressing. He talked about how when his grandpa found out that there was a tumor in his head, he came out here to choose a plot and he sat there on that spot, underneath the tree, stared out at the cars that went by and said "I want to be buried right here. I want to see the cars drive by." Apparently he liked to do that a lot, just sit outside and watch the cars go by. Now they have a new housing development inbetween Grandpa's grave and the road.
George also talked about how in his dad's suicide letter he said he wanted to be buried with his dad. You can see he died only 3 years after his dad. That plot was reserved for Grandma, but they buried him there instead. When Grandma died, they cremated her and spread her ashes at this site.
That night we stayed with Uncle Danny (George's dad's brother) where his Mexican wife who hardly speaks English fed us a delectable and authentic Mexican dinner (she cooked pork, beef and chicken, put the shredded meat in a bowl or plate and heated up small tortillas. Uncle Danny showed us that you take the tortilla, tear it in half, and using the tortilla as a glove, pick up the meat off the community plate, roll it up and eat it) and made us sleep on a mattress on the floor in the living room, even though there was an open spare bedroom. She said I was a very, very clean person and Uncle Danny's son, Daniel, was fornicating and smoking pot in that room and she didn't want me to be contaminated. Weird. Uncle Danny said that he likes to take a lawn chair sometimes and just sit by the curb and watch the cars go by, just like his dad. Said he wondered where they were all going and where they all came from.
Day 3: San Francisco
Traveling to San Francisco, I don't remember what bridge this is.
Funniest thing I've seen all month. The front end of this car is high off the ground, probably 2 feet off the ground, and the back is sagging a few inches off the ground. Big afro guy sitting in the back seat.
While in the clusterfuck when trying to cross the Bay Bridge, I looked over and saw a big truck carrying this.
A giant disco ball. For all those homosexuals in San Fran.
Finally got on the Bay Bridge.
View of San Fran from the Bay Bridge
As soon as we parked, we went to a gift shop then decided we should go eat, even though we ate like 2 hours earlier. I said I didn't care where we ate, as long as there was a clam chowder bread bowl. We went to Fisherman's Grotto and had the most expensive lunch ever. This was George's view.
You love it.
My view.
One thing that's really disappointing about San Francisco, is there's so much pollution that you can't see for more than 50 yards without it looking clouding and smoggy and gross.
George had the crab cakes
And of course I had the clam chowder bread bowl.
Seriously. $50 for lunch. Who does that?
Alcatraz from Pier 39 (aka Fisherman's Warf)
After we ate at Fisherman's Grotto, we went SHOPPING! I got a mug... where'd that mug go anyway, I haven't seen it since that day.... hmmm... anyway, a shot glass, 2 magnets (1 for me, 1 for Cari), 3 shirts, a baseball cap for George's coworker, hmm... some other crap we may never use... either way, it was fun.
On our way to Golden Gate Bridge! It's not Gold though, it's red.
Oh yeah, I got two new glasses at Pier 39. It's kinda like a mini chinatown like in New York. Anyway, obviously my sunglasses are just absolutely ridiculously huge, so George got a pair or ridiculous sunglasses which you'll see later.
This second site that we went to to take pictures of the bridge was also a place where the military set up huge guns after the Pearl Harbor attacks. The guns have since been removed, but the barracks were still there.
That heap of cement in the middle is where a gun was.
See those ridiculous glasses?
A tiny room where someone once stayed.
As we were heading to our next destination that day, Momma Deb's house, George wanted to show me something really cool. We went up a hill...
...(really crazy how steep those hills are)...
And as we crested the hill, you could see the Coit tower and a sign that had a squiggly line and said 5, as in to say 5 MPH.
And down we went. Lombard Street. This street is crazy and really hard to capture unless you're there.
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As soon as you made a turn, it was time to turn again.
You see those hedges and cars? You can see it's two, maybe three cars wide and hella steep.
Coit Tower
When we finally got to Momma Deb's, Grandma and Grandpa had been there for 5 hours waiting for us! We didn't have any idea though, our phones died and we were even lucky that we could find our way to her house! Momma Deb ordered pizza... Hawaiian with jalepenios
and half vegetarian and half meat lovers.
Grandma Spencer
Grandpa Spencer
Ew
Momma Deb
Day 4: Family
This day was very awkward for me. We went to Aunt Darla's, but I didn't know anybody and I pretty much sunk into a couch and kept to myself. Not my idea of fun.
Day 5: San Francisco and the Raiders/Colts Game
My camera died on day 4 so I didn't get any pictures of the hotel or the game, except for the pictures I took with my phone.
His hat wording is backwards... weird
See my crazy glasses? Awesome.
After the game, George wanted to just sit and soak it up. After almost everybody in the stadium had gone, hundreds and hundreds of birds gathered and ate the leftovers the human slobs left.
The Serrano Hotel was a disappointment. They were rude to me from the start, all the valet parking men ignored me but jumped to help others, the concierge gave me snotty looks and gave me short, curt answers... I could only assume it's because I'm young. My masseuse was awful, I told her 'medium' and she started off great, then went to 'super-hard-rock awful' and I woke up the next morning with knots in my back.
All in all though, the trip was fantastic. George and I got along the whole time except for the last night at the Serrano when he had about 10 or 12 drinks and was being belligerent and stupid, laughing and splashing water ALL over the bathroom and screaming "FUCK" 10 times while trying to imitate an Asian bartender he met. I had to slap him and cry and tell him he was going to get us kicked out of the hotel. After that he kinda sobered up and the rest of the night was a big heart-to-heart about how I'm not going to leave him, that I love him even though I have to deal with his shit, and we talked about his father's death, which he never talks about.
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