Ah, one more fantastic TPR trip notch to add to my proverbial belt. Let me just say every last minute of these trips is amazing and worth every penny spent. And then some. So...you know, do one. Today.
Anyway, Day 0 and 1: Since Robbie (All Clear) and I flew out that morning, we were not around for the Hollywood sightseeing (meh) during the first part of the day, so our trip began at Venice Beach, where we and 5 other late comers stopped briefly to pick up those who did the whole day thing. We were there for, really, only about a half hour, and I didn't explore much outside of a 20 foot radius from the spot I stopped in once I entered, so I don't have much to say about that place. It looked nice from where I stood though. It was a beach and all......
But! Then we went to Santa Monica Pier/Pacific Pack and that was where the TPR magic began. For me, anyway. Pretty much every ride we did was fantastic (disclaimer: in a way that only TPR could make them, though, mostly). The the frog hopper was hysterical, the ferris wheel had a ride cycle longer than the cycle I clean my clothes on in the wash, the pirate ship just tickled me pink, and the coaster packed a mean little punch for it's small size and basic layout.
And of course there was the 7 hour bus drive the next day, which, you know...it was a bus ride. But it was a TPR bus ride, so that right there makes it awesome. Nearly a credit, even.
On to the pictures:
Soooo, I don't like flying. At all. Like, I kind of had a major panic attack last time I flew. So I did my research on plane safety tips and discovered that the most dangerous seats on a plane are basically any of the ones with a view. Which is why poor Robbie had to look at a wing the whole time. I, on the other hand, was under the influence of 2 or 3 Xanax (Xanaxes? Xanaxi? Xanaxen?) and a shot of rum. A giant shark could have leapt out of the ocean and devoured us in the air, and I would have been just fiiiiiine with that.
We met up at Venice beach first, where this guy was doing an Irish jig...
...this guy slipped on a banana peel...
...and this girl was at the end of an unsuccessful skydive.
And then we left for...
...Santa Monica Pier.
Or Pacific Park. Whatever.
First credit of the trip!
West [Roller] *Coast*er
Ha. Ahaha. Get it? GET IT? West Roller Coaster? Like, West COAST? Did my math equation type thing up there helpfully demonstrate that fabulous pun?
A "Wendy's-themed" pirate ship, as pointed out by, I think, Robbie.
And actually, it was one of the highlights of the trip, because 1) it was basically a TPR take over and 2) each time one side would swing up, everyone on that side would yell "Heeeeeeey!" and then the other side would swing up, and everyone on THAT side would yell "Heeeeeeey!" and, yeah, that sounds pretty lame, I guess you had to be there, but here - let me explain in pictures.
(By the way, this is the first of every shot I have of Chris at this park where he looks utterly terrified in every. last. one.)
So, do you kind of see why it was so epic? No? Well, it was. So there.
Ugh, so I apparently forgot to include the other photos I had here of "Terrible Pun: the Ride," and since I already uploaded a bunch of others since then, I'm just gonna slip them in now all smooth like.
So, here we are on the coaster. Hooray!
Obligatory nerd shot.
And, of course, some perfectly lovely TPR members hogging the first rows.
See? Chris terrified.
I don't know if that's some random singleton stranger next to our mister Fudgey there or if it's some local TPR person who met up with us just for the night (it doesn't LOOK like anyone from the full trip, so I hope I'm not making an ass of myself here), but either way...adorable! That's a look of two newlyweds, that is.
Again, Chris terrified.
Chris mildly enjoying his terror.
Annnnd fully terrified once again.
(Also, yay for other TPR people in these photos too. Sorry that's all the commentary you get for now. This is the first part of, like, a 58-park trip report. I gotta blast through these things, people. You'll all get your picking on, I promise.)
Now for the Ferris Wheel of Death, which I didn't really find all that scary (not more so than I usually find them anyway, as I don't particularly enjoy heights)(and maybe I was just jaded by actually surviving our plane rides earlier that day), but apparently everyone else thought it was the most horrifying 25 minutes* of their lives.
*Seriously. No exaggeration. I didn't think we were ever gonna get off.
(I didn't think your mom was ever gonna get off either.)
Robbie clung on for dear life...
...as did Ben and Kim.
Yep. Still scared.
And while everyone was busy sharting their pants, I just casually took pictures of my surroundings.
(Okay, so maybe I peed myself a little just because of the heights thing, but I pee myself all the time, so no real story there)
Eight days later we finally got of the ferris wheel and I took this last shot of the park before heading to, um...3rd Street Promenade? Is that right? Yeah, I think that's what it was called.
Anyway, it had shops, mostly, but also...
...Projectile-vomiting dinosaur water fountains.
(I know, I'm beating myself up for not inventing them first, too)
And, um, this guy. Honestly, I have no idea. He was just...lying there. Exposing his belly to the whole world. Saying, "Hal? Hal? Are you there Hal? Haaaaaal?" And occasionally using his metal prongs to touch things. I....I just don't know. I mean...
Anyway! On to the official Day 1 of the trip! Spent entirely on a bus! Yay for a bus credit!
But I didn't mind the drive really because 1) I wasn't in a plane and 2) I'd never seen California before and while it was 99.9% barren and yellow in the regions we drove through, every once it a while it was absolutely breath-taking. As seen here.
Plus, I was introduced to this gem of a children's program. And during each Snacky Snack Snack Snack Snack Snack time on the bus, Robb played the similarly-named musical segment from the show, and by the end of the trip, we were all salivating like Pavlov's dog at the tune of it.
AND THEN WE ARRIVED AT OUR HOTEL AND THEY LOOKED LIKE THIS OMG! Anyone know if it's legal to marry a hotel in California? Wait, it's California. They MAKE you marry buildings and animals and 8 people all at once over there, don't they? Well, whatever, that just settles it. I'm marrying the Avatar Hotel.
Next was International Snacky Snack Snack Snack Snack Snack time, where everyone loved my balls.
Then when we were too full to eat any more, but still within the 1 hour before swimming rule, we all decided to stick our feet in the room temperature spa which was full of bugs, hair, and flakes of skin.
No one seemed to mind it too much.
And of course - since this is TPR - what with all that free time on our hands, we finished the night off by drinking. Even I may or may not have gotten, ahem, a bit tipsy. Slightly.
(Psst...I know this photo doesn't imply a huge amount of drinking what with those measly two beers, just trust me when I say that we were all getting ready to go to Bennigan's and consume a bit more alcohol than what you see here.)
There you have it folks - the first chapter of a trip report that is gonna take me 3 years to finish. Stay tuned for Six Flags Discovery Kingdom up next!
Last edited by natatomic on Thu Feb 25, 2010 6:25 pm.
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