So I was expecting to be in this big line to pick up my Chinese VISA. I walk in hoping for the worst, and low and behold, I was out in 30 seconds. John wasn't so lucky. He walked in 15 minutes later, and the VISA chicks took off for lunch on him. They must have seen him coming! To add insult to injury, they took a super long lunch break.
Afterwards, we headed down to Penomh Penh (sp?) for some South East Asian cuisine. We ordered a dry rice noodle dish, and their exotic hot and sour soup. It was delish! We also ordered a dessert we nicknamed "The Carl" in honour of Carl. Why did we call it this? Because it was a white coconut ice cream on the inside and a yellow mango ice cream on the inside. Carl is the most "Honger" white guy I know. He's so Chinese, he helps John with his Cantonese. LOL!
I hate LA. If it wasn't for the E3 show, I would never visit that city. It is dirty, smoggy, noisy, the roads are crap, and the drivers are retarded. I'm so glad I live in one of the best places in the world!
For those of you wondering where I've been, tune into the E3 coverage at Futurelooks front page news. I'm off to bed. I'm still beat up after those rollercoasters.
I used to ride roller coasters a whole lot more when I was a kid. Probably because I wasn't aware of my minor propensity towards motion sickness, my fear of heights, and the fact that I wasn't pounding back a triple zombie the night before at that age. At any rate, John dragged my ass to Six Flags Magic Mountain to ride some of the most horrifying and violent coasters in North America. Some pics of the monstrosities can be found here.
This morning I woke up OK. I had a good 7 hrs of sleep, but I had that fading alcohol taste in my mouth still. John tossed me a left over brownie, and we were off to Six Flags Magic Mountain. After the first coaster, The Viper, I was OK, but the huge drop and high banking G turns of the GOLIATH put my relatively successful hangover recovery back. I was starting to taste The Zombie: An Evil Drink that John ordered for me the night before which had mainly rums and other hard liquor, oh, and a bit of juice. Because it was a triple, take some juice out, add three times the alcohol.
For the remainder of the rides, I felt it necessary to close my eyes to temper my fear of heights, and the annoying pounding headache.
John managed to drag my ass through seven coasters including the ultra violent Batman and Riddler rides. Then finally, I had my ass shot zero to 100 in 6.6 seconds, and up about 400 feet in the air at Superman - The Escape. He has a video of my horror at his blog.
Afterwards, I was beaten up and begging for mercy. If I wasn't hungover before, I was hungover now. I think I'm good for another decade for coasters. Even though he thinks I'm a sissy, he'd be the weird loner guy riding the coasters himself if I didn't go with him 😛