From June 10th to the 12th, I stayed at a beach house near Venice Beach with a group of my friends. Honestly, it was one of the more exhausting experiences I've had, because we only really had two full days, so we packed as much activities as we could to each day... Nevertheless, it was still sooper fun.
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Day One
I started the day with eating breakfast with my parents at a restaurant café... the prices were relatively cheap since it was morning, so I decided to go all fancy and order a meal with steak, scrambled eggs, and toast for about 8 bucks. It was pretty darn good. (You can never go wrong with steak in the morning.) After breakfast, I went home to wait for my friend to drop by (I was driving her) and make sure all the things I was bringing was good to go, and at about 12:45, we embarked on our journey.We got to the beach house at about 2 PM-ish. Our beach house had an oh-so-lovely construction site in front of it, so our "view" of the ocean wasn't exactly ideal. Well, if your definition of a "view" was a bunch of railings, dust, metal poles, and wood, then we had it! ...But if not, I mean, we could still see a sliver of Venice Beach behind the construction site... at least...
On a side note, my dad got a parking ticket 'cuz he parked outside the house, which was a no parking zone. -_- Talk about a great start to a vacation... I was so tempted to hack 'n' spit after that policewoman's car.
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| THE BEST SHOT I COULD TAKE |
We walked by the shops for a while, smelling hints of weed and/or marijuana every once in awhile (totally normal) before we
After we all had our beach fill, we walked back to our beach house and kinda chilled for quite a while. Events of note: everyone being confused over a mysterious extra ten dollar bill that appeared in our pizza money stack, sitting on a chair and pigging out on chips, watching a little bit of the first Avengers movie, and crying over unopened boxes of pizza.
For dinner, we drove out using Uber and Lyft ('cuz no one could drive) to Dockweiler State Beach, where there were tons of fire pits to build bonfires. Unfortunately there were also tons of people at those fire pits, and our group had split, some of us using Uber and the rest using Lyft. So we had to find each other at the huge ass beach among those tons of people. My group had to trek and trudge through one end of the beach to the other, because the other half of our group found a pit there. In other words, my thighs were screaming for mercy. And my nose too, from all the smoke we inhaled on the way (my friend kept shouting "CANCER" every time we smelled smoke, which was kind of hilarious). Oh yeah, and because we didn't prepare any fire STARTING materials (the irony), we had to pick up random logs and potential uses for tinder, and beg people for logs along the way... thinking about it makes me wanna cry... Shout out to those lovely people who helped us out!! Bless their kind souls.
You think that's the last of it? NOPE. Getting to our pit was only half the battle. The other half was getting our bonfire going. Absolutely divine. I remember thinking about why accidentally starting a fire is easy as cake, but deliberately trying to start one is ten times more difficult???
After like ten tries and our lighter almost running out of lighter fluid, we finally got the bonfire roaring, and then we wolfed down the pizzas (now cold), pasta (CHICKEN ALFREDO ALWAYS WINS), and of course, s'mores :) I only ate one s'more because I hated the sticky feeling in my hands afterwards. But that one s'more was pretty damn good. It was warm 'n' stuff. :D I have to note though, that near before we left, the smoke from our fire and other fires started getting to me and I started coughing big time... I was like DAM AM I GONNA GET LUNG CANCER???Other than that, my first time doing a bonfire was pretty fun.
We went home smelling like ash, which was quite disgusting, so we threw everything in the wash and took showers. When I showered and cleaned my feet, the water became a gray-ish color... blech. I've never had such a satisfying shower in my life.
Some of us watched Interstellar after we became squeaky clean, and it was a pretty good movie, though I was watching it on and off (I was playing with my Nintendogs; don't judge). My friend was terribly concerned about how she didn't understand the ending LOL. Anyway, I think I got ready for bed after the movie, and so that was that for the first day. I was so damn tired that day.
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| Awkward photo placement, but here's a pic of what Venice Beach looked like when we went (ft. two of my friends) |
Day Two
I woke up a little later than my friends, partially because I accidentally left my phone on silent so my alarm didn't ring, and partially because I'm just a lazy bum who just cannot wake up early in the morning. I scrambled to brush my teeth and stuff, and then I kinda sorta helped out on making breakfast... I felt bad because I didn't do much when I was supposed to be on breakfast duty. But anyway, after scrambled eggs, toast, and a whole lot of bacon, we cleaned up and most of us started lying on the couches...
This is when it starts getting interesting.
From what started as a jam session to EDM became watching doggie rescue videos for a super long time... Those rescue videos were strangely refreshing to watch; I mean, they all had a good ending, so they were super cute. The videos made me want to become a doggie rescuer for a bit, if I'm being honest with you.
Then after doggie rescue videos, my friend went to his Persona playlist on YouTube... and he and I startedmumbling singing karaoke to Persona songs. If you're familiar with the P3 song called "Memories of You," you probably have a great idea of how this karaoke session went: badly. LOL. I was like half-laughing through the song 'cuz it was so hard to sing.
When all of us finally decided not to be lazy bums and to leave the house, we went to Santa Monica Pier and played at the arcade for a good hour or so... and you know these arcade places, they're basically casinos for people under 21. Buuut I didn't play at all, since I only had big bills and I wasn't gonna go exchange them for smaller ones. I knew doing that would lead me to start spending them all... I did give one of my scarce one dollar bills to my friend to play the Flappy Bird arcade game, though.
After our arcade adventure and getting our prize (yes, our prize, because it was more worth combining our tickets to redeem prizes than redeeming prizes individually), we flocked to the restaurant? fast food place? next door for some of us to buy some food. Speaking of which, because I gave my friend that dollar to play the Flappy Bird game, he bought me a Coke, which totally doesn't make sense 'cuz that thing costs more than a dollar... But I took it anyway LOL (Thanks, Alan! I still owe you, though). After sitting around and waiting for the others to finish eating, we went on to Santa Monica Beach.
This was my first time wearing a bikini; I'm gonna say that first. My friends bought the bikini for me 'cuz they found out that I didn't have one LOLOL. It's a very cute bikini and it fit well, so many thanks to my friends for it :) But I still felt terribly self-conscious... there's gotta be a first time for anything, I guess. So besides that fact, I had a great time at this beach, even though there were too many bodies in that ocean (you know how Santa Monica is... it's almost always crowded). I got hit by so many waves, more than the previous day... Poseidon being a dirty old man again.
The mall Santa Monica Place and Third Street Promenade came after the beach. I didn't do anything, really, except buy a Starbucks mocha frappe and a panini at Third Street, because I was getting hangry (hungry+angry). Event of note: While I pigged out on my panini, I noticed this guy sitting next to us who was preparing weed stuff or something, and dude, he was so stoned; he kept talking to himself about nonsense things. The one nonsense thing that he said that I will remember forever: "You don't like me 'cuz I'm ratchet!" Like, damn. You do you, man; this guy knows what's up.
LOL JK. But don't do drugs. Don't smoke anything. Just, don't. Seriously.
-sigh-
Now. Some of my friends and I started walking out of Third Street Promenade to go buy supplies at Sur la Table and Whole Foods, and this was probably one of the worst experiences of my life. Coming out of Sur la Table, I already started feeling my feet getting really sore, and then my friend's GPS acted wonky, and so we ended up walking in the wrong direction... About three streets away from Whole Foods. I wanted to cry.
Finally seeing Whole Foods was like seeing the lights to heaven. That's how far away we were and how much we had to walk... and how horrible I felt from walking. T_T We all felt so tired after getting our stuff from Whole Foods that we just couldn't wait for our other friends to meet us there; we changed plans, used Lyft, and went straight home.
It didn't help that our house had like four flights of stairs, so by the time I reached the top floor (kitchen and living room) that evening I was like:
I felt bad for not helping much with breakfast that morning, so I painfully offered myself to help heat up dinner and stuff. But it was all worth it in the end, because our dinner was beautiful, though it was served at like 10:30 PM. Spaghetti with bomb-ass meatballs, clam chowder, mashed potatoes 'n' gravy, and salad. BRUH. Beautiful like da booty.
That night in summary, was our Kung Fu Panda watching and Wii gaming party competing with the excessively loud party our next-door neighbors were having, probably that involved drinking booze and doing questionable activities. Our party was obviously better.
I'm not gonna lie, though, that I felt a little uneasy with those party animals next door. Plus, our neighborhood wasn't exactly the safest place on earth. Thank goodness the police came around to shut them up, though; those drunkards were getting annoying. ("It's not even my house! Hurrhurrhurr---" Oh shut up already; you all need Jesus.)
We all reached a consensus that night to do an all-nighter, which was probably one of the worst decisions of our lives, something that we realized in the morning. I didn't do it completely; I knocked out at about 4 AM, but that was still pretty good for me. I slept really well hugging my lil' pillow in a very special position, I had been told by my friends. I don't wanna know what kind of sleeping position I was in, honestly. I bet I knocked out as if I were drunk.
It was pretty much like that until we had to check out of the house, which was at 11 AM. I got in the car to go home and I felt that immense depression hitting me in the face along the way... I thought about how quiet my house will be, compared to the pleasant chaos and noise from the beach house, and it made me feel quite sad. But when I got home, I made some warm tea, flopped on my lovely bed, and died there for about 3 hours. I think I was grateful for the peace and quiet, LOL. I was so unbelievably tired... I revived myself at like 6 PM...
That's basically what happened. Overall, it was super fun, despite being on high alert at night for any questionable looking people. I think I'd definitely want to do this again, although I'd probably go for a longer stay and a safer location. Oh, and I'd bring a crockpot. Cleaning pots and pans was a nightmare, to say the very least.
This is when it starts getting interesting.
From what started as a jam session to EDM became watching doggie rescue videos for a super long time... Those rescue videos were strangely refreshing to watch; I mean, they all had a good ending, so they were super cute. The videos made me want to become a doggie rescuer for a bit, if I'm being honest with you.
Then after doggie rescue videos, my friend went to his Persona playlist on YouTube... and he and I started
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| Excuse the ugly filter |
After our arcade adventure and getting our prize (yes, our prize, because it was more worth combining our tickets to redeem prizes than redeeming prizes individually), we flocked to the restaurant? fast food place? next door for some of us to buy some food. Speaking of which, because I gave my friend that dollar to play the Flappy Bird game, he bought me a Coke, which totally doesn't make sense 'cuz that thing costs more than a dollar... But I took it anyway LOL (Thanks, Alan! I still owe you, though). After sitting around and waiting for the others to finish eating, we went on to Santa Monica Beach.
This was my first time wearing a bikini; I'm gonna say that first. My friends bought the bikini for me 'cuz they found out that I didn't have one LOLOL. It's a very cute bikini and it fit well, so many thanks to my friends for it :) But I still felt terribly self-conscious... there's gotta be a first time for anything, I guess. So besides that fact, I had a great time at this beach, even though there were too many bodies in that ocean (you know how Santa Monica is... it's almost always crowded). I got hit by so many waves, more than the previous day... Poseidon being a dirty old man again.
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| My gourmet meal |
LOL JK. But don't do drugs. Don't smoke anything. Just, don't. Seriously.
-sigh-
Now. Some of my friends and I started walking out of Third Street Promenade to go buy supplies at Sur la Table and Whole Foods, and this was probably one of the worst experiences of my life. Coming out of Sur la Table, I already started feeling my feet getting really sore, and then my friend's GPS acted wonky, and so we ended up walking in the wrong direction... About three streets away from Whole Foods. I wanted to cry.
Finally seeing Whole Foods was like seeing the lights to heaven. That's how far away we were and how much we had to walk... and how horrible I felt from walking. T_T We all felt so tired after getting our stuff from Whole Foods that we just couldn't wait for our other friends to meet us there; we changed plans, used Lyft, and went straight home.
It didn't help that our house had like four flights of stairs, so by the time I reached the top floor (kitchen and living room) that evening I was like:
I felt bad for not helping much with breakfast that morning, so I painfully offered myself to help heat up dinner and stuff. But it was all worth it in the end, because our dinner was beautiful, though it was served at like 10:30 PM. Spaghetti with bomb-ass meatballs, clam chowder, mashed potatoes 'n' gravy, and salad. BRUH. Beautiful like da booty.
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| I didn't take a pic of the clam chowder 'cuz I was so hungry, but there you go. |
I'm not gonna lie, though, that I felt a little uneasy with those party animals next door. Plus, our neighborhood wasn't exactly the safest place on earth. Thank goodness the police came around to shut them up, though; those drunkards were getting annoying. ("It's not even my house! Hurrhurrhurr---" Oh shut up already; you all need Jesus.)
We all reached a consensus that night to do an all-nighter, which was probably one of the worst decisions of our lives, something that we realized in the morning. I didn't do it completely; I knocked out at about 4 AM, but that was still pretty good for me. I slept really well hugging my lil' pillow in a very special position, I had been told by my friends. I don't wanna know what kind of sleeping position I was in, honestly. I bet I knocked out as if I were drunk.
Day Three
Since I got about three hours of sleep (I think I got the second-most amount of sleep LOL), I helped clean up the kitchen after we ate breakfast, while some of the others who did all-nighters knocked out on the couches.It was pretty much like that until we had to check out of the house, which was at 11 AM. I got in the car to go home and I felt that immense depression hitting me in the face along the way... I thought about how quiet my house will be, compared to the pleasant chaos and noise from the beach house, and it made me feel quite sad. But when I got home, I made some warm tea, flopped on my lovely bed, and died there for about 3 hours. I think I was grateful for the peace and quiet, LOL. I was so unbelievably tired... I revived myself at like 6 PM...
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That's basically what happened. Overall, it was super fun, despite being on high alert at night for any questionable looking people. I think I'd definitely want to do this again, although I'd probably go for a longer stay and a safer location. Oh, and I'd bring a crockpot. Cleaning pots and pans was a nightmare, to say the very least.
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