The Bubble Walk

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We did a thing this weekend. A bubble thing. Lots and lots of foamy, colored bubbles. It was a “run” sort of. I think it would be more accurate to call it a walk or an “experience.” We basically lined up with a few thousand other people and walked five kilometers around the Angel Stadium parking lot and let bubbles rain down on us for instagrammable moments. It was a blast.

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The kids do not think running is cool. I do however and since I work out all the time I busted out of the first station in a gallant run and took off leaving them in their suds. About half a kilometer later my heart hurt from running so hard (I may have tried to show off a little) so I decided I missed them and lapped back to walk the rest of the “run” with them. What can I say, walking though bubbles taking pictures is more fun with your slow walking family than by it is by yourself, feeling virtuous about your healthy heart.

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It was so silly and fun! Who dreamed up this idea? I think they are brilliant and they are laughing all the way to the bank. It was totally packed. You couldn’t even run because there were so many people. There was music and dancing and lots of people walking into each other because they were paying more attention to their phones documenting all the fun than they were where they were going.

You’d think it would be a crazy, slippery health hazard with all those bubbles and running and dancing and people not paying attention but surprisingly, the bubbles weren’t slippery at all! I didn’t even see a single person slip or fall. Idiots playing in the puddles and getting gross and dirty were everywhere but no accidents to speak of. The bubble solution must have been some special formula that foamed but did not create any sort of slippery film. Suds and puddles everywhere but nobody losing their footing. It was brilliant.

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The kids loved it and filmed every minute of it until their phones died.

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And who am I kidding. I took about a thousand photos too. I was just smart enough to not waste my battery before we got there.

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The swag wasn’t so bad either. We got these really cool t-shirts that we thought would be tie-dyed with all the fun colors from the bubbles but sadly, they washed out.

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We definitely got the pictures and the memories. These are going into 2019’s photo calendar for sure. I love doing these sorts of things together. And! Best of all: We woke up at 7am and walked three miles together!! How often do we get to say we did that? Like never.

Joon sent me a link for the color run and I’m thinking: sign us up! Do it for the photos, do it for your health, who care’s it’s all good!

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Then we went to IHOP and ate all the calories we burned off in a big breakfast and lived happily ever after.

Solana Beach Weekend

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I wasn’t going to blog our weekend in Solana Beach because it was one of those rabble-rousing weekends of debauchery BUT as I was going over my photos (I took my camera with me!) I realized I had more to say about this fun little weekend trip than I thought! Added value, right?

First of all I cannot express how much fun the train ride is. On the way to the races it was quite crowded and rowdy and even though we had splurged on business class we didn’t actually end up in business class or reap any of the business class benefits. However, on the way home on Sunday we did and let me tell you, they treat you like first class!

Free snacks, free water, free coffee, free tiny bottles of wine, free smiles and jokes from the guy who collects your ticket… It was actually really amazing and you only pay $10 extra! You get way better treatment in business class than you ever would on first class on an airplane. It’s like the trains are still back in time.

So before they figure out they are losing money you should treat yourself to a little surfliner cruise. It’s really fun, peaceful (I love watching out the windows) and you meet new people. And I haven’t even mentioned the BEST PART OF ALL: you beat the traffic on the 405 on a weekend! It’s so satisfying to look out the window as you whiz past zillions of cars stuck in traffic. SO LONG SUCKERS! you’ll say in your brain. Trains are the BEST.

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Next best thing about our Solana Beach weekend is my friend Erika’s parents’ condo. Having a friend with a vacation condo is key. I really love her condo because it is all white and if I blur my eyes I can pretend I am vacationing on a Greek island. It’s close enough to the ocean to see it from their balcony but not close enough to actually walk, unless you really want to get a good walk in. But that’s okay because we were there for the Del Mar races anyway.

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I’m not like a super huge race or gambling fan but I can appreciate it once a year or so. There’s something fun and exciting about being in the stands with a bunch of people and rooting for a horse that has a pretty name. Payam is much more of a gambler than any of us and he actually referred to some stats in a book but that was way beyond me. I was obviously more into picture taking and having a drink or three.

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In fact I had so many drinks I had some pictures in my camera that I don’t even remember taking. These people look like fun.

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I’m not sure why I took their picture but it looks like they were a fun bunch.

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Most of all it was fun being with our friends. It was Erika’s birthday so we celebrated all day long, like you do. Lots of good food, lots of drinks and lots of being silly.

But before any of you worry about me being an alcoholic (believe me, I worry too) let me share that I have seriously cut down and because of that I’ve lost weight! Go figure! I used to love a glass of wine when I was cooking a complicated recipe but I’ve cut wine out completely (watching my sugar intake) and after a week of not having it I didn’t even miss it anymore! I think I was addicted to the sugar and not the alcohol. Of course, I still love a Persian margarita  (lime, lots of ice and expensive tequila) now and then but I’ll save the caloric drinking for special occasions with awesome train rides, white condos and friends.