it will be a miracle.
I took Nick and a friend to Venice Beach this weekend for his birthday. That's what he asked for, I swear. They are far to cool to be seen with me, so we split up and agreed to meet by the skate park in 4 hrs. I agreed to let them go off on their own only after they promised me they would stay out of the smoke shops (yeah, right mom).
It is kinda boring to walk Venice all alone. They do have great chili cheese fries though. I ordered me a small helping of "heart attack on a plate", and went to sit in the grass and watch the roller skaters/dancers.
4 hours later we meet up. The boys were loaded with beaded curtians, Jimi Hendrix and Bob Marley posters and paintings, a surfboard shaped wall clock and some gross propaganda about commercial meat processing plants.
If you've ever driven PCH you know there is no better drive. Its beautiful! The stretch from Santa Monica to Malibu can get pretty hairy sometimes. The lanes are narrow and there are so many friggin' people. Driving down Linclon Blvd I got a few stares, a honk, and the thumbs up sign. By the time I hit PCH I was getting a little suspicious. As people were passing they were either giving me dirtly looks or smiling at me. Everytime I looked in the rear view mirror, two sets of innocent eyes were looking back at me. We stopped at a red light in Malibu and I whipped around in my seat really fast. Nick was holding a bumper sticker in the window. I grabbed it from him (he was shocked the old lady could move so fast).
It was BRIGHT PINK and it said:
EAT PUSSY, NOT MEAT!!
3 comments:
*cracking-up laughing*
I swear, that just made my day.
That's pretty funny.
LOL, and I thought boys were sposed to be easier than girls! My youngest is a boy, I thought after 3 girls, his teenage years would be a snooze. *sigh*
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