So, my niece Mary came to see me. Well, okay, she came to see Comic Con, but since I was her adult supervision, she was forced to spend time with me, too. Nah, she wasn't forced. We had a blast together.
Before she came, I kept debating going right from the airport to the beach, since it's so close, or going to the beach another day. I consulted the 5-day forecast, which said that Thursday would be the hottest day last week, so I said, "Beach on Thursday." Oh, also before she came, I may have made these statements to her: "LA is super sunny. It doesn't rain in July. It gets chilly at night." Guess which of those was a lie? Trick question--they were all lies last week. Thursday was cold and gray. It rained! And she never ended up needing the jacket I made her bring. However, I was correct about needing sunscreen and reminding her to put it on every day. So, there's that.
|Happy girl at LAX|
Mary arrived on Wednesday, which turned out to be the hottest day, and we walked Hollywood Blvd, then went to the 99cents store (she thought I was kidding when I said we were going there). After that, we were kind of beat, so we just stayed in for the night. I was going to suggest a trip to the Red Box, but nerdy girl, spying my DVD collection, shyly asked, "Um, can we watch Firefly?" Of course!!! And thus, I have made her a Firefly fan. Also, she pretty much memorized that annoying theme song on the first episode and kept singing it to me.
Thursday, well, you know. We went to the beach after all, and I tried to convince her and myself that the marine layer would burn off. However, after 30 minutes I couldn't deny the fact that it was 65 degrees and windy, and my poor little girl's teeth were chattering. We did have a lovely moment in which she read me a story from The Tales of Beedle the Bard. After we came home and showered, we headed over to Burbank for dinner and a movie. We saw Brave and cried. It's so good.
|at the beach|
|Mary at the library|
Library done, we headed to the Getty Museum, where we admired the still-gray view, the Klimt exhibit, and the earliest known example of photo bombing.
|Gardens at Getty Center|
|check out the guy in the back|
Then, off to a late lunch (or early dinner) at The Newsroom. Finally, after attempting to visit Gallery 1988 for the Arrested Development-themed art exhibit (for the second time), we went to the Griffith Observatory and caught a show at the Samuel Oschin Planetarium, after admiring the night (but still hazy) view of LA. Phew! I'm tired.
|Mary indulged me with a cheesy pose.|
Tomorrow, I'll tell you about Comic Con!!!