After staying up until 2:00 AM Sunday talking about old school mates (Two, count them Two School Year Books were involved), the Wife and the Loon Whisperer (LW) finally got to bed. Sunday morning everyone got up around 9:30 and we sent to Mrs. Olsen's for breakfast.
Mrs. Olsen's is this little place near the beach that serves great breakfasts. It was packed as usual so we ate ate the counter which wasn't so bas as the counter was fairly low and you sat in regular chairs instead of the usual bar stools. The Wife had Bangers and Mash. LW and I had some great pancakes, bacon, and eggs.
After breakfast and a brief stay at home we drove down to the Ventura Harbor to check out the stores before the whale watching.
Whale watching. What to say. That morning they saw four whales. The day before they saw three including one giving birth. Whale watching. Here are the kites flying over the whale watching place. Here is the sign for Island Packers, the whale watching organization. Here is the water spigot next to the ramp that took you down to the boat run by Island Packers. Here is the boat that takes you out to see the whales run by Island Packer. That is, when the head is working (For you land lubbers, the head is the toilet). Everyone stood around for an hour waiting for them to fix the toilet pump and ... it never got fixed. They canceled the trip. Darn. #@^&^#^$^%!@!!
We were totally bummed so we went and got some consolation ice cream before going to the Outlet Mall (The Spud, Naner, and Hooch are all getting cute outfits) and out to eat at the Olive Garden. Not quite as good as seeing the birthing of a whale but it came close ... sort'a ... well not really. Poop.
This morning we said our goodbyes on the way down to LAX. The house, as usual after someone leaves, feels very quiet and empty. I wish my mood had been better this weekend. I always get very argumentative when I'm moody and this weekend was no different. I ended up apologizing to LW before she left. I feel pretty sh*tty about it. She said she still had a good time despite me. I'm glad for that. I'll have to mike it up to her once we move back to Omaha.