Day three in Los Angeles was a rather tame one. JL and I were up early to pay Universal Studios a visit. I can't remember exactly what it cost, but whatever it was it was too much. One of the most exhilarating aspects of the theme park was choosing different lines to queue in and seeing who would reach the ticket window first- I won.
There were a number of enjoyable rides and experiences at Universal Studios, but those memories have been dimmed by a piece of news we received the next day. Going on The Mummy ride eight times; The Transformers ride five times; meeting a man in a suit dressed as Scooby Doo; getting insulted by Optimus Prime- all lovely memories clouded by the knowledge of Six Flags Magic Mountain. It turns out we bypassed the home of the most rollercoasters in the world for a theme park made for people a generation younger (or older) than us.
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| I asked Optimus Prime if he would (mock) punch me in the face. He said he'd never hurt a human. He proceeded to hurt me emotionally with a well-executed barb directed at my t-shirt. Cheers Optimus! |
To yet another NBA game, coincidentally enough. But this was no regular NBA game. This was a pre-season game that was held smack-bang in the middle of the regular season. What's that you say... How can this be? Well, when we took out our $90 apiece tickets for the game for the first time (LA Lakers hosting the Phoenix Suns) they stated that the match we would be seeing was on October 2... we were there on November 4. It wouldn't be an overseas trip without a ticket balls-up! Thank god for scalpers is all I will say. Kobe put up 40 and Isaiah Thomas put on a bit of a show in an ultimately tight game in which the Suns prevailed. With Vegas on the horizon for the next day, we were in no mood to mess around post-game and were back at the hostel within the hour and asleep not long after.
The trip to Vegas was the one leg of our holiday that we chose to drive, rather than fly. We set off in another Uber- the driver of which informed us of Six Flags Magic Mountain- for the car hire joint. Now, I'm not much of a driver. I've lived without a car for over a year and probably drive on average once a month, so I made my intentions quite clear that I would prefer to sit in the back and get a solid afternoon drunk going rather than drive the hire car. This was agreed upon quite amicably; I suspect this was in no small part due to the others being afraid of what I was capable of behind the wheel on the other side of the road- I'm fine with that.
We are sensible lads. Before heading to the rental joint we went online and booked a car; a Nissan of some description. But, upon arrival, the first two cars we saw were Mustangs. These beautiful steeds were there for the taking, while our rather plain-looking Nissan sat there awaiting a safe, responsible journey to Vegas. Now this Mustang couldn't fit all our luggage, the person in the back (me) would most likely snap a hamstring tendon and it had far too much horsepower for us to handle. But, it was a Mustang...
What car did we choose? Was our trip to Vegas a smooth one? Did I snap my hamstring tendon?! Find out next time.
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