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For about the time I spent in Singapore, I was in OC this weekend. We flew down, met my cousins at the country club, celebrated Kerri's birthday, got up waaaaaaay too early in the morning, hit Storyteller's for breakfast, and flew home.
I loved it. Jim, who is less fond of the Anthony Bourdain way of life, was tired. It was a lot of context switching and being places on time. That has never been his idea of vacation.
But for both of us, it was relaxing to travel without the kids. We missed them. There is nothing like sitting in a booth in any restaurant in or outside of Disneyland and seeing other people take their kids to meet characters to make you miss your own. Flights, however are really sane without small people. We even scored an exit row.
Our Southwest flight attendant on the way there was the next Wayne Brady. More than once we felt that we were on Whose Line is it Anyway. And this is the benefit of Southwest. They know that you are flying the bus and they do their best to make it easier.
Landing in John Wayne was nice if confusing. The airport where I spent my college years seems even more crowded. And seems they've added experience dining as well it seems. Neat, but we had to find the rental car and drive to our hotel. Going wrinkled and rumpled to visit the family was not in the cards.
The hotel was in a bizarre zoning area of Placentia that involved mobile homes, homes and a Denny's. Behind us was a campus of office buildings. Inside it was lovely and there was a jacuzzi tub in our room. All in all, acceptable.
The country club turned out to be my family's usual choice in such venues. Our Nissan Maxima, while sneered at by our Budget rental car agent, fit in quite well. It's not really all that snobbish. Anything near a golfing green will do it for them. The food was okay, the chance to see everyone was phenomenal. Everyone was in a fairly good mood.
I loved it. Jim, who is less fond of the Anthony Bourdain way of life, was tired. It was a lot of context switching and being places on time. That has never been his idea of vacation.
But for both of us, it was relaxing to travel without the kids. We missed them. There is nothing like sitting in a booth in any restaurant in or outside of Disneyland and seeing other people take their kids to meet characters to make you miss your own. Flights, however are really sane without small people. We even scored an exit row.
Our Southwest flight attendant on the way there was the next Wayne Brady. More than once we felt that we were on Whose Line is it Anyway. And this is the benefit of Southwest. They know that you are flying the bus and they do their best to make it easier.
Landing in John Wayne was nice if confusing. The airport where I spent my college years seems even more crowded. And seems they've added experience dining as well it seems. Neat, but we had to find the rental car and drive to our hotel. Going wrinkled and rumpled to visit the family was not in the cards.
The hotel was in a bizarre zoning area of Placentia that involved mobile homes, homes and a Denny's. Behind us was a campus of office buildings. Inside it was lovely and there was a jacuzzi tub in our room. All in all, acceptable.
The country club turned out to be my family's usual choice in such venues. Our Nissan Maxima, while sneered at by our Budget rental car agent, fit in quite well. It's not really all that snobbish. Anything near a golfing green will do it for them. The food was okay, the chance to see everyone was phenomenal. Everyone was in a fairly good mood.
