The Hollywood Bowl:
Roo, Drew, and Sarah at the Bowl. They aren't that blurry in real life--they were just really excited to hear John Williams play all their favorite movie hits.
We had an excellent time!
On Saturday, we talked our friends into visiting Solvang, a small, quaint little village about two hours away from L.A. that is authentically Danish--the buildings, the food, the tourist trinkets...we thought it would be a fun little getaway. However, we failed to take into account L.A. traffic on a holiday weekend. Overall, in the time it took us to get there, we could have driven to actual Denmark! But, it was still pretty, quaint, and fun once we eventually arrived.
On Monday, Roo, Sarah, and I made the pilgramige to the L.A. County Fair.
I didn't take any pictures of the fair, so I have rendered a representative collage of the event:
I think it is quite a good likeness. Not only were the mountains actually on fire, but the day of the fair was at least 118 degrees. My hand-dipped ice cream bar lasted 0.4 seconds before it melted, collapsed, and instantly evaporated off the black asphalt. The heat, combined with the sheer mass of humanity in the park, reminded me of how the Hell County Fair must feel. Except at the Hell County Fair, they only sell cold corn dogs and you have to ride The Zipper for eternity.
We meandered through three or four convention-size arenas full of devices to make your jewelry shinier, your hair bigger, and your steaks more evenly grilled. It was like walking through a giant, crowded, seemingly endless infomercial, minus Billy Mays and Ron Popeil.
We were in awe of the colors and comotion of the fair. The amount of snacks, desserts, and entire meals that could be eaten off a stick was outnumbered only by the vast array of spaghetti straps and uncomely cleavage we were exposed to.
As we weren't in the mood for any STD's, we avoided the carnival rides. So, after the infomercial buildings, we trekked through what was essentially Tijuana (as far as heat, colors, food, and junk goes) to get to the farm animals. Now, I love a good blue ribbon hog as much as the next girl, but my impending heat stroke sort of hampered my interest in the hog and his barnyard friends. So after a valiant effort, we all definitely agreed it was time to go.
I didn't show a picture of our car in my collage because it was at least six miles away. We reminisced about the good times at the fair (and how lucky we were that it was free) on our arduous trek back.
We had such a great time. Thanks to Sarah and Drew for coming with us to the concert, letting us stay at your house, and for putting up with all our ill-conceived plans and making them fun!