After my Disneyland posts, I ran out of material for my blog… hence the two week silence. Oops! I did feel really guilty because I was on track for keeping up with my two-posts-a-week schedule. I blame my new job! Once I started working at Mapbox, my social life quickly declined. Some days I worked the regular 8 hours, and other days I worked 10 to 11 hours. I was lucky if I had the energy to put dinner into my mouth when I got home (semi-exaggerating). On the weekends, I just want to stay home and/or go to Phil’s place to vegetate. So in July, I kept it pretty low key and didn’t do anything big and spontaneous!
After I got back from LA, Steph and I went to Santa Clara for dinner at Jang Su Jang (still hella bomb!) and then got our haircuts. I chopped off about a foot of my hair, so I feel free as a bird again! Most girls like long hair, but I dig the short hair better. It’s low maintenance and cuter for the summer. 🙂
On Monday, July 3rd, we were off to Disneyland! The last time I went to Disneyland was junior year of college… so about 8 years ago! I don’t remember much of it besides waiting in hella lines. (That’s probably why I’m not a huge fan of Disneyland…) Phil just went last year, so he knew how to navigate both Disneyland and California Adventure.
Before heading to the amusement park, we had a quick breakfast downstairs at our hotel. The steak was definitely not as good as the steak we had for dinner the night before, lols!
Wanting to get out of the heat, we headed downtown for happy hour. We looked up a few places, and Ed said he wanted to check out a whiskey bar called Seven Grand. They have happy hour every day from 4pm – 7pm… sweet! I hope we didn’t look like alcoholics because we were waiting at the door when they opened. 🙂
The decor is classy, bartenders are knowledgeable, and there are two pool tables.
My original plan was for us to dine at Grand Central Market for breakfast, walk around The Broad, and then have lunch at Smorgasburg. However, since we weren’t able to make it to Grand Central Market pre-museum, we went afterwards. It was close to lunch time, so the place was cracking already! I instantly went to wait in line for Eggslut so the rest of them could walk around and check out the other food stands.
The line for Eggslut (if you’re on the left side of the entrance or the third wall of the line) ended up being 50 minutes to an hour… with another 10 minutes to wait for the food to be ready. My legs were about to fall off from standing that long!
After our trip to DC, Phillip and I were looking forward to our next trip… Orange County and Los Angeles! Originally, the trip was just for the two of us, but then Phil invited his mom and brothers because they haven’t been back to Los Angeles in years. (They lived there for ten years before moving to the bay area.) I was in charge of putting together the itinerary, but it wasn’t too hard since two out of the four days was spent at amusement parks! Phil’s mom and two brothers, Ed and Will, arrived in Los Angeles earlier in the day, while Phil and I flew out of San Jose after work. Unfortunately for us (and the other people flying to the John Wayne airport in Santa Ana), a small plane holding two people crashed near the airport on the 405 earlier that morning. This caused a ripple effect of delays. Since our flight was the latest at 8:10pm, we got delayed not once but twice. When we actually got to the airport and inquired about the delay, the lady at the counter told us if they couldn’t find us a plane before 9:50pm, they would have to cancel our flight. For those that don’t know, the John Wayne airport has a curfew that prohibits departures from 10pm – 7am every day except Sundays (10pm – 8am). The Orange County Board of Supervisors extended this curfew all the way through 2035! You might have to fact check me on this, but the curfew is because all the rich people who live around the area don’t like the noise too late in the night or too early in the day.
If you know me, I hate hate hate being late. So when we got the first notification of our delayed flight, I started freaking out because that meant me and Phil would be a little late to our reservations at The Blind Rabbit. This speakeasy-like bar is located in Anaheim Packing District, and is so hidden that they don’t even have a phone number. (I freaked out even more because I didn’t want to get penalized for being late, and I really wanted to communicate with them about us running late.) I ended up sending them a really apologetic email telling them about the situation. Thankfully, I received a reply when we go to the airport. When we found out our flight was delayed even more, my heart sunk because we would only be able to hang out at the bar for 30 minutes before they closed. I was pretty sad because I wanted Phil to check it out. Phil’s mom and brothers ended up going first and enjoyed it very much! After we landed, Phil and I darted out of the airport and jumped into our Uber. Our Uber rider knew we were in a rush to get drinks (hah), so he hella stepped on it. 🙂 We were able to get a drink or two, and I’m glad Phil’s family really liked this bar!