Snow Patrol, TMO, Boiling Crab, Yosemite, San Francisco with flavourings of Santa Barbara and Solvang
Okay, so this past week has been mind blowingly mental. So, where to start? Tuesday, the beginning of the madness.
A few friends and I drove to LA in rush hour to go and see a band I’ve been in love with since I was about thirteen: Snow Patrol. Yes, Mr. Gary Lightbody was just moments away from me, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. And my 13-year old self was exploding with happiness. Doors opened at 7, and we parked up the car and ran to Jack In The Box down the street to fill up on food before the concert began. Supporting this wonderful band was the man of ginger wonder himself, Ed Sheeran. He is finally making it big in America, his debut album came out this week I think! So he started of the magnificent show and then the delightful Gary Lightbody and co marched onto stage. I’ve literally never smiled so much, he smiled and I smiled and the world smiled. The band’s performance was electric, the backdrop enhanced the charming music exponentially and Lightbody’s quick wit had the audience in tears of laughter between moments of beautiful emotion.
So, Tuesday night was wonderful. Truly superb, and none of us managed to bring a camera to the event so all will have to be stored up in our memories forever and always. The next night brought about something none of us had experienced before, the filming of a TV show. The ever popular dating show Take Me Out is debuting in America in June and we were lucky enough to get tickets to the recording of the first ever show. Now, the show is very very popular in England with the hilarious presenter winning the hearts of a nations, we were excited but fraught with intrepidation over what they would change and what they would stay the same. The presenter? George Lopez, a firm favourite of American television viewers, charmed us with his jokes and his personality was just as good off camera as it was on camera. And the ladies? Well, what can I say?Just tune into Fox on June 7th to find out what they’re like, that’s all I’m saying. The experience was raw, beautiful and long (!) The whole shebang took 6 and a half hours, that included one of the girls having a seizure and being taken off to hospital and the re-filming of one of the single men’s “talent” which involved a slinky metallic silver Speedo and far too many air thrusts. It was an individual experience to say the least!
Thursday night? The Boiling Crab. This is a seafood restaurant popular among many SoCal natives, and basically entails ripping apart innocent shrimp and eating like children. That is acceptable behaviour. We got back at 1am, mostly due to my lack of organisation and the Zipcar arriving late earlier in the evening. All in all, I got three hours sleep at night.
Three hours sleep? Yes, because at 5.30am we were on the road to Yosemite. That’s pronounced yoh-sem-it-ee, I learned that the hard way so I’m keeping you in the know.
Yosemite is wonderful, big trees, big rocks, vast green fields. It was completely different to anything I’ve experienced in California thus far, with it mostly being desert land or ocean. Nothing else can explain it apart from photographs, so here you go:
Just a little peek for you there.
The next day we set off on the 5 hour car journey to San Francisco. What a beauty! Now I can understand why everyone raves about it. We stayed near Union Square in a questionable Motel 6. It was lovely though, and the rate was good for the location. Of course we hopped on the trolley to head to Pier 39 to see the sea lions (after a cheeky browse in the Levi’s store). We bought cup of the famous Giradelli hot chocolate and listened to the delightful rhyming tones of a beggar man claiming he could speak any language, then we caught the bus to the highest point of the city to snap some lovely photographs. And here are the pictures to sum up the experience:
We set off for home on Monday, aiming to stop off in the Danish immigrant town of Solvang and to have dinner in Santa Barbara. Solvang is interesting… it’s like Denmark cross with cobbled English streets with Americans roaming around.
And finally we hit Santa Barbara at about 8pm, jsut in time to have a curry, and of course shop for fine British goods!
The next post will probably come tomorrow, lots more to tell.
For now I’m tired, must wake up at half 5 to guest on my housemate’s radio show: Suburban Outiftters 6-8am, KUCI 88.9 FM and online!