Alternative title: Why I’ll never go back to Irwindale
Alternative title: Did we miss an exit? These mountains don’t look familiar.
Decided to go down to LA for the day with Bruce to check out the Renaissance Faire and it wasn’t bad. The faire was a lot of fun, everything else was terrible.
First the gps we were using was not working out very well. It kept giving us bad directions, and it took forever to get to where we were going. It did not help that the city we were in is probably the WORST in terms of city streets planning. Who ever was in charge of that dropped the ball like a regular butterfinger.
We parked super far. Had to walk the length of the park before we even got to the fairgrounds. It had to be at least a good twenty minute walk.
When we went to buy our tickets the lady was teasing Bruce about not having a 2 for 1 coupon. She gave us one, but if anyone asks, that did not happen.
Got in and bought ourselves some mocha shakes. After an injection of caffeine we felt a lot better and more up to exploring the fair. It wasn’t even 30 minutes in, and some girl started throwing up hard core at one of the picnic tables we were sitting. Learned early that copious amounts of day drinking in 80 degree weather plus heavy Renaissance costumes do not mix well.
After all that the day started to pick up.
We saw some interesting talismans.
We saw The Queen
Historically accurate food, or so I’ve been told.
This lady that passed out by some bar.
And the fluffiest Newfie ever.
So the day wasn’t a total waste. It was on the whole a lot fun, and very enjoyable.
On the way home we were looking for an Arco with cheap gas we saw while looking for the fairgrounds. It disappeared or something, it just wasn’t happening. We finally got on the freeway the traffic was out of control.
There was an old guy driving without his headlights. We could not get away from him. While transitioning into an exit we had to come to a full on stop with no notice because some jaghole decided to sit on his ass in the middle of the freeway.
Everything in terms of getting home was going fine until we got on the I5 and somehow ended up on the 14 into Palmdale. We did not figure that out until much too late. When we finally found out we were well on our way to Edwards Air Force Base, and the only way back home was through Tehachapi. So instead of a 3 hour drive back home, it turned into an almost 5 hour drive back, and we decided to call it a night in Tehachapi because we were both too damn tired and stressed out by the drive.
When we finally started up again in the morning we said good bye to beautiful and scenic Tehachapi known best for its one train, and well that’s about it actually.
Visit California, it’s just as the movie’s described!