The girl on the flying trapeze
I didn’t feel great when I woke up that day but we had lots of things to do.
We headed to the Santa Monica pier where we immediately went to the local Micky D’s because I felt pretty rough.
Her: You ok?
Me: Nope. I’m surprised because usually I have a cast iron stomach.
Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough time to make it down to see anything because we only realized after we started the trip down that we were in a “slow zone” – this meant that the scooters went super slow.
One jogger was keeping pace with us for a solid part of the ride.
Me: Man, we’re finally ahead of her.
Gymgirl: I think that’s only because she stopped to tie her shoe.
While we were going, a guy on a bike started filming us and saying some rude things but sped away before we could say anything back.
Me: Everyone’s so brave from a distance. You could kill that guy.
She made it back in time to do her trapeze lesson. She did great in the beginning but when it came time for her first catch…
…she didn’t make it. But then she made all the others, every single one.
I was super proud.
Instructor: (to me) You don’t wanna do it?
Me: Nah. A fella could get hurt.
The truth was that I was still feeling a bit wonky but by the time she was done, I was starving. We ended up going for a walk on the Promenade and ate not once, not twice, but thrice.
We first went to a Mexican place for drinks, burritos, and tacos…
…but that wasn’t enough so we took a scooter to a Jack-in-The-Box.
Me:: Have you ever had a Jack-in-The-Box taco? It’s the first taco I ever had as a kid.
Her: No. Is it any good?
Me: Nope. I’m gonna get one.
But that wasn’t enough so we also went to get Wendy’s.
We have eating issues.
Afterward, we both went swimming in the hotel pool by ourselves.
This story’ll end soon, promise.
There’s just so much I want to tell you.