Friday, May 05, 2006

Santa Monica Geriatric Ward

We had a another dicey drive with 'Marat', the Frenchy who nearly killed us in his 'Death Mobile' on the way to 6 flags at the weekend, all the way to Santa Monica. The area is SO much nicer than the seedy sex shop lined streets of Hollywood, our hostel is right by the beach, and is a real turn up for the books. So whats the catch..our roomates. We've learnt there is much you can tell from a person by the stuff they keep by their beds. Case number 1: Has a huge tub of 'Muscle Milk' and many library books, they seem settled, this is worrying. Case number 2: Has a shin pad, medicine and a medical pillow. We realised we had stumbled onto the geriatric ward of the HI Santa Monica. When they showed up one of them had a walking stick and her alarm went off at 5.30 am, yet her 32 decibel snoring kept her from hearing the alarm. The other was pushing 70 I swear and gets up at 6.30 every day (bit of lie in by comparison) essentially to rustle carrier bags and pack and repack her bags, then a bit more rustling, followed by a symphony of rustling as a climax. There are countless other freaks in the hostel which Im sure you're tired of hearing about, but there are a couple worthy of bloggage. There was a complete fruit loop who took such a shine to Kate we had to resort to our 'fake conversation' to prevent him from harassing her further. He got up, went off and then walked into a wall. Then there was another guy who DARED to interrupt the episode of Friends with Ross being a 'neat cool guy' with the loudest fart ever. Then at a BBQ yesterday the halls were echoing as he let out a massive burp. So what else have we been up to besides freak watching? We've become frequent visitors to Old Navy and bought out the shop, and we even went on the world famous ferris wheel on Santa Monica Pier. We even tried the ricketty rollercoaster, and with only 4 of us on it, it was pretty good!

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