San Francisco

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I have been in California for nine days now, a bit of the self-imposed assignment, a bit of the underpaid gig, and a bit of the vacay. It has been really nice. Hubband came along for the first leg, and the serious vacay stuff. It was a nice easy kind of vacation, one where we only had to be wherever we wanted to be. Very different. We flew into SFO and stayed a couple days, went up the coast to a race, and around SF the wharf, rode the cable cars, drove the famous hills, including the one from the final scene of Bullit, and the Crookedest Street, a.k.a. Lombard. That’s where I am now. The bottom of the crookedest street, having a black and white, my first bit of caffeine in I don’t even remember how long and watching the people on whatever that cross street is over there.

©2010 Jenn LeBlanc All rights reserved

©2010 Jenn LeBlanc All rights reserved

One of my favorite things from this trip has been hunting down locations from the shooting of “The Lost Boys.” As a child of the 80s, you could easily describe my high school years as obseesed with Lost Boys, Aliens, and Joshua Tree. Maybe a few other things. But definitely Lost Boys, and definitely at the top. So I cruised the Boardwalk at Santa Cruz, the city that didn’t want to be known as the “Murder Capital of the World,” So they called it Santa Carla. I don’t know what it is about this movie, the Corey’s, the vamp’s (no, Twilight didn’t invent the teenage vamp drama), the crazy buried hotel, classic car, insane grandpa, Jason Patric, odd Rob Lowe poster in the closet, Nanook, soundtrack, nope, the whole shebang. It was awesome. I still have the soundtrack on vinyl, and cassette, as well as the VHS from the release, which cost a FORTUNE, and took forever to come out. But I digress, what’s new.

I’ll post more on that later, as I am sure you quake in your boots expecting the images of those chased after movie moments.

I leave you with one, the opening scene includes the “bat-pack” (I just made that up, don’t google it) harassing the Looff Carousel on the boardwalk. How do you harasass a carousel you ask? Well you don’t. They were just menacing. On the carousel. I think this blast of caffeine is taking effect. Well, here is the gum encrusted fancy thingy with the name of the carousel.

Love y’all! Peace -J

©2010 Jenn LeBlanc All rights reserved

©2010 Jenn LeBlanc All rights reserved

It is now so bright I can’t see my cursor or go proofread this post. It might be the caffeine talking but I am gonna run with it, and check it later. Get it while it’s hot and ridiculous. I’m sure it will be much more professional when I come to my senses!

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