I have no photos from Saturday. Saturday does not exist. Saturday was a very long day full of driving. Driving sucks. Wait! There are pics. I lied. And we're eating!
After eating breakfast at Ruby's at Huntington Pier, and watching a guy stand on a surfboard and paddle his way out to sea (very strange! He was wearing normal clothes, not even a wetsuit or anything)...we went shopping. We drove in to Santa Monica and over to Hollywood and LA and West Hollywood. We searched for parking, we bought very little and then (because I hate freeways!) we proceeded to drive home via the Pacific Coast Highway, all the way from Santa Monica! It was almost a two hour drive. But it was more tolerable than the freeway that day.
Sunday wad fun though. We had breakfast (yeah more food!) and then we went to Huntington Beach and shopped. And then we rented beach cruisers and rode those.
We spent the rest of our time laying on the beach, getting burned. woohoo! And then we picked up Tracy and drove home. I talked to Mark around 9:30 and he said, "you have 100 miles left? I'll see you at midnight!" and I'm like, "uh, 100 miles, 90 miles per hour, uh the math for that one just doesn't add up" I'd like to also add that I tried to stay right around 85...and every time the speedometer hit 90, my mom would make the "eek" noise from the backseat. Good times.