Catalina Cruisin'

Last Saturday, we went to Catalina for Christine's birthday. We left from Long Beach port and survived treacherous waters on the Catalina Express boat. It was like Titanic without the iceberg and Celine Dion. Billie felt nauseous, but didn't throw up. I fell asleep.

An hour later we arrived on Catalina island. It was kind of like "Lost" but without the attractive cast and smokey the monster. We were enthralled with the native mode of transportation: golf carts. You all know my dark history with golf carts, so this was exciting.

Then we took a scenic tour of Avalon, the city that is like 2 sq. miles. With limited space, I took a seat next to a girl who apparently wasn't happy having to share. Whatever, bitch. Greg fell asleep. The views were pretty and it was a pleasant drive, but kinda boring.

Then we took a glass bottom boat ride. Saw lots of fish in Lover's Cove. It was kinda like the old submarine ride at Disneyland but without the fake fish and submarine. Billie felt nauseous, but didn't throw up. I fell asleep.

We also rented a motor boat. Billie was our captain. She hit nearly every boat in the harbor as we made our way out to sea. Silly drunk! We saw a sea lion. So cute. I think it was playing hide and seek with us. No one felt nauseous and no one fell asleep.

Then we walked around and saw deer or fawn or does. Whatever. Billie bought Buffalo jerky. We had lunch at Armstrongs, which had bland tuna salad, but excellent ranch dressing. We had dinner at some place with bland clam chowder but excellent ahi tacos. Then we bought a candy apple. And then we went home. Fun!