Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Our first house at Mari Court. I seem to remember a nicer neighborhood than this. There were a bunch of Otter Pop wrappers lying around on the lawn, and if you knew how many Otter Pops we ate there...let's just say it might not be a coincidence.
The house on Keats Drive.
Pennycook Elementary, where Dad tried to teach me how to ride a bike, and instead taught me how to test the strength of a tether-ball pole.
Lombard Street (I'm by the stop sign)
The Palace of Fine Arts (Michelle's not a bad photographer)
When Michelle was 11 years old, she wrote a letter to Stephanie Tanner asking if she could be on the show "Full House". She told her that she was a good actress because she had been Dorothy in the school production of "the Wizard of Oz". Sadly, she never sent it because Michelle's mom said it would never actually get to Stephanie (apparently no mention of the fact that Stephanie was fictional). Anyway, a visit to the "Full House" house was an absolute necessity. Stephanie wasn't there, although I thought I spotted her asking for money over on Nob Hill. The Aquarium Under the Bay
Ah, the joys of amateur photography
The Muir Woods north of the city.
There are two carnivores in this picture from the conservatory.
Monday, October 22, 2007
As a matter of fact, for the first 15 miles or so, I was neck-and-neck with a guy whose T-shirt read "Aorta replacement surgery, one year and one day ago today." Yikes. I thought coming back from a broken ankle was tough. I'm pretty sure Aorta Guy kicked my rear.
At about the 19-mile point, I called Dr. Kevorkian's office. Fortunately, I only got his voice mail. Once I got to the 21-mile point, the end was close enough that I was able to push forward by fantasizing about a guilt-free trip to a Chinese buffet later that day.
Sure, I look like I'm walking, but it's really more of a stumbling gallop.
The race course was really well stocked with provisions. During the race, I ate three mini clif bars, two packets of "Goo", about 1 1/2 bananas, two orange wedges, and drank about 300 cups of Gatorade (and still had room for a delicious ice cream sandwich at the end). One spectator even handed me his own bottle of Powerade. I'm glad he wasn't a psychopath distributing poison, although there's no way I could have known that at the time.
I apparently opted for the "Bowl Cut with Extra Bear Grease" look that night. Not sure what happened there.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The first statement might be true, but the second definitely is not. I like Phoenix a lot, and as far as I can tell, Vegas is a smaller, dirtier, version of what Phoenix would look like if no one there had any taste or aesthetic sense.
I also heard, "Oh, don't worry about the Strip. Most of Vegas is nothing like the Strip." That's really too bad, because the Strip is the only part of Las Vegas worth seeing. We drove in all kinds of neighborhoods in Vegas and Henderson, and we saw homes selling for $400,000 that could only be called "nice" if they were located in La Paz, Bolivia. I'm sure there are nice places outside of the Strip. I didn't see any. I left with the impression that people from Las Vegas feel forced to say nice things about it because they just want to have a positive outlook on where they live.
With that off my chest, there were LOTS of cool things to see on the Strip. Those are the Bellagio Fountains (with the beautiful woman in front). I thought it was the sort of thing that you see once and think, "Hmm. That was cool." I had no idea how incredible they were in person. We watched them four times that night, and I would say it was the highlight of the trip.
The Luxor (Much cooler on the outside than on the inside.)
The M&M store; get it? M&M?
The Lion at the MGM Grand is underwhelmed by the crowds.
On our way to the fair, we saw a hairy motorcyclist on I-15. Even hairier than a typical motorcyclist (like my Dad).
Michelle is auditioning for Gatorade's new ad campaign, "Quench the fire within!"
For perspective, that white dot at bottom right is a person.
Behind us is the Hotel Del Coronado on Coronado Island just off the coast of San Diego. It was slightly warmer than Utah at the time (December 30).
Above, Matthias is going for the "windswept beach bum" look. Michelle looks darling, but is secretly praying to overcome her tsunamiphobia.