Well Chris arrived today, clothless, with the exception of those he has been wearing on his back for the last 2 days. By this I mean that he arrived, but his bags decided to go sightseeing in LA and missed the flight that their master was on. They probably were probably staking out Jennifer Lopez’s house and lost track of time. Trust Chris’s luggage to get distracted and forget where they are supposed to be, that or they went to the bar and got drunk. Which raises another question, does his luggage go through security? They are supposed to be delivering it right to our hostel, so who sends it through customs? It is an interesting question, maybe there is a way to smuggle stuff into a country, have your bags arrive 2 days after you.
In other news Chris and I went car shopping today, which is a tale all on its own. The sales person who we were handed was very.......full of spunk. First we jumped in a VW van so that she could run us over to the parking garage where they store all of their vehicles. 2 blocks later we were out of gas and Chris and I are pushing this thing off a very busy road. So somebody comes and picks us up to get as back to the shop. Here we jump into the car owned by the spunky energetic car sales lady which turns out to be one of those cars which are half truck, half car.
A truly Australian creation, and now I have ridden in one (Adam places a check mark on his Australian List), and what a ride it was. You have never lived an Australian experience until you have ridden with a spunky energetic South African (She has lived in Sydney since she was 4, 36 years now) in a truly Australian car, discussing why she should paint it a metallic green (as I recall, I used to have one of those weird cars as a toy, it was strangely metallic green as well, as I told her this she mentioned that the mechanics had never seen one in a metallic green and wanted to buy me a drink when I got back just to boast to them that there was indeed a green metallic car truck. If you think this conversation was erratic, you should have seen her driving. It was energetic, and I will leave it at that. Though I have to admit, most amusement rides don’t get my heart rate as high as that car ride did.). In the end we didn’t buy a car from them, but at least we have something to compare things to. And as an experience it was a once in a lifetime event, because there is no way in hell that I am getting in that car with her again. Tomorrow, I think we will check out the private listings.
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