Day 3: Finding an Alternative

Our plans to venture to Santa Barbara fell through about an hour before we embarked, and despite the disheartenment that overcame us, we knew we had to carry on with our day. Our indecision got the better of us so we had to write down different possible activities to accomplish right then, some of which included "making friends" and "finding the steepest road to walk up (blindfold optional)". Then we scrapped that idea and went back to the Fisherman's Wharf in search of Ghirardelli Square (yes, as in the chocolate).

As soon as we got off the trolley, we were coaxed into sitting down in a restaurant and ordering crabs. Afterwards we walked down the main wharf road passing tons of little shops (some of which their viability we questioned). We saw a banjo player, located Ghirardelli Square, and met up with Kevin from our major. We sought out the Ghirardelli chocolate factory, but alas, the quest was a failure. *27 hours later after conversing with Pamela Cerceo (shout-out), we, the invincible Californian drifters, discovered that there is, in fact, no factory in which the Ghiradelli chocolate is made in San Francisco. We moseyed our way on back through the wharfy streets and popped into several stores: candy, bath salts, and crazy tees. We contemplated going into the Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum or the Wax Museum but Kevin bluntly projected his unwillingness to participate in this "touristy attraction" so we were forced to move onward. We encountered some semi-talented break dancers. Our confidence was too high as we navigated back home, and we had to back track a number of blocks after riding the bus past it.

We stopped at Blockbuster on the way back, and Jaclyn got something in her eye, rendering her temporarily blind. At the same moment, a viciously angry bag woman came charging through yelling "MOVE OUTTA MY WAY! MOVE OUTTA MY WAY" in Jaclyn's face and she couldn't see well enough to get out of that bum's way. (*do not read if easily grossed out: the bum had a stream of frozen snot that stemmed from her nostril and ended at her lip.) We ate dinner at a diner, stopped by the liquor store for some wine, and returned at last to the apartment.

We spoke with Laurie and she granted us permission to join her in Santa Barbara tomorrow, and away we shall go. The weather promises to be high 60s during our stay. Kevin is sleeping on our couch.

Quotes of the day:

"Are you two ladies in the beauty competition? If you were, I'd vote for you." -man in store

"Next vacation, take yo cheap ass to New York!" -bum disguised as a bush after we chose not to spare our change

"If bunnies were a thing, they'd be clouds" -Danielle

"We don't have any friends out here!" -Danielle [as Kevin is sitting at the table with us]