An Adventure of Our Own

We went to the farmer's market today. They close down an entire street in the middle of the city for different vendors to come in and market/sell their food or trinkets. It's always tough to find a parking spot and tough to try and navigate around this entire mess so the hubby finds a parking spot. A tight parking spot. I try not to cringe as my car is being maneuvered into this mini-cooper-type-spot. He finally gets the car parked and we venture our way into the crowd.

Mind you, this is California. We are from the backwoods in Ohio. Big difference. I couldn't help but notice, like I do each and every time we are out, that there are lots of different kinds of people. They all have their own style, and for some reason I still can't fathom why some of them actually go out in public looking the way that they do. It blows my mind. I mean, I'm not the girl who stands in front of the mirror taking an hour to two hours to get ready, but I at least comb my hair.

Walking down the road at this farmers market we see a band, a bluegrass band. This is where it hits home for me. My grandpa loves bluegrass music, so instantly I felt at home. This was until I looked at the band. Quite interesting to say the least. Now, I don't judge people by what they wear or what they look like, I am simply saying, this was different. When I think of bluegrass I think old fellers with white hair. Well, only one of these guys had white hair and he was the bango player. One guy was young, had dreadlocks and a beard. He was wearing a beat up shirt and shorts and socks with sandles, typical hippie attire? Sure, why not. Another guy looked to be in his thirties-early forties, and the last guy, ehh I don't remember. It was just an odd combination of people, in my opinion.

Then, my husband had to use the "head". This is one of those things that he says to constantly remind me that he is in the military. So, we went to a Taco Bell. It was just a convenient public place to stop and take a potty break. My husband went up to the door to the restroom and couldn't get in. He came back to the table that I was sitting at and I asked if he had even read the door. He, obviously said no. There was a huge sign on the door that said to ask the front for accessibility to the restroom. So, he decided that we should probably purchase something so we could use their restroom. We did. Evan figured they'd give him a key to get in, but instead they pressed a button from behind the counter and it let him in. Odd. So, I just waited for him to finish so I could get in. I went in, and being a girl, I wanted to check the mirror. However. There wasn't one.

When I came out of the restroom, I saw Evan looking out the window. He was in a trance, or maybe stare would do this action more justice. I looked out the window just to see random people walking by. I reached the table and Evan explained to me, "I just legit saw a man open the trash can right there and eat something out of it." Mind you, my husband was eating, and the trashcan was maybe 10 feet from us, sitting outside. "I wanted to just buy him a taco, that was so gross", my poor husband looked like he had been traumatized for life. Ha. I probably would have been too if I had seen it. That, my friend, is a homeless person. He wasn't one of those typical panhandlers we are used to seeing on the streets of Cincinnati on our way to a Red's game. Wow.

Then, a woman is standing outside the window looking around frantically as if she had lost something. She was dressed very nicely and looked a bit too fancy to be roaming around the market. She finally spotted what she was looking for, a nice big flower pot. She placed her huge coach bag on it and dug around and pulled out a pair of shoes. I kept thinking to myself, "please please tell me you have shoes on". She did. She changed her shoes from black heal to black heal. I guess the others were either A) more comfortable or B) less comfortable, but more dressy. No idea.

After the farmer's market we wanted to go see Alice in Wonderland in 3D. We go in, find a seat and wait. A man walks in carrying two pillows. They were like the pillows you'd sit on your Aunt Gertrude's antique chair. They had tassels on them and that horrid green color you'd imagine from back in the 70's. Evan and I just looked at each other and then back at the man. He stuffed them behind his back, making himself right at home. Now, this isn't just some old theater, this is a nice theater with padded seating and reclining-like chairs. We laughed, but then Evan points out, he now has his shoes off and his feet are up on the railing. Ok, wow. Have you ever been out before, sir? I mean, your socks are falling off of you, you have your shoes off, feet up on the railing, and pillows behind your back in a public nice theater! Next thing you know, we might look over and he is snoozing and we will have to weasel our way around him just to get out of the row!

So, Cali, hmm, I still don't know what to think about you. People are odd, and it's always fun to watch, but man, you can tell I'm not from here, nor do I want to be from here. There are some good people in Cali, but a lot of them, they are just strange! Haha.