Rac is in town!!!! My beloved little college roommate, Rachel, has come out to California for a visit. For the whole weekend. Without her husband and kids. It's a novelty for Rac. I told her to sleep as late as she wants.
Since she flew into Long Beach I decided it would be best to stay out there and explore rather than sit in traffic for 20 years. So we did. We shopped and ate brownies and Thai. We got pedicures at this funky little place that had massage chairs with soaking tubs but no water hook up so they brought out giant bins of water to soak in. It seemed a little suspect but the ladies were so funny and efficient. And they seemed to know everyone who was in there and who walked by. I feel like I would go all the time if I lived out there and just hang out. We also sat on the beach and looked at about 40 giant cargo ships just sit there (There's a strike at the port. It's slow going so if you're expecting a shipment of cheap toys from China, hold tight.) And we talked and talked and talked. We have 2 and a half more days of talking and strolling and laughing and reminiscing. And ice cream eating. You know there's going to be ice cream.
Speaking of pedicures, you know that Rac pays $35 for one up in Utah. I've heard this is pretty standard around the US. This is outrageous! If I pay more than $20 I feel like I'm being ripped off, and that's with tip. The cost of living is sky high here but at least we can get a cheap pedicure.