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I've never been that into traveling. I don't know why that is.
When I was 21, I went to England. I did some stories there for some BBC radio stations, which was cool. I met a woman that was producing one of their radio shows that was nice, and we flirted for a few days.
Her boss had just gotten engaged to a guy that wrote, I believe it was the Danny DeVito / Arnold Schwarzenegger film "Twins". This woman had the best sense of humor, and could do amazing impersonations. In a popular pub called The Rising Sun, she did a 10 minute impression of Peter Falk (including the one eye going in wacky directions), that had the place rolling.
I got to see the Cavern, where the Beatles first started out, right before it was torn down.
On a train to Liverpool, I looked out the window and saw the factory where Pink Floyd took the cover photo for their "Animals" album.
There were so many musical type of things I did on that trip that I loved. Even though some didn't turn out the way they were supposed to (I had an interview with Moody Blues guitarist Justin Haywood, who owned a record store...it never materialized; a party at Queen guitarist Brian May's huge place didn't happen, and neither did a meeting with Rolling Stone Ron Wood, who had just opened a restaurant called Sticky Fingers).
Maybe it's because I compare every vacation I take to that one.
I went to Washington, D.C. a few months back. It bored me to tears.
I go to New York often, but I don't really care all that much about that. I usually see some friends or a show on Broadway.
When my parents, who go to Hawaii all the time, suggested the family all come along, we didn't object.
The first day driving around in a rental car, it reminded me of being in La Jolla.
The next day, we went to this cultural village. It was seven hours of hell. Aside from my parents, who loved the place, we were all bored to death. And it seemed cheesy, going to each little village and seeing a goofy show designed to entertain 50-year-old tourists.
But I still have another four days here. I'll see what happens.
My girlfriend and I drove up to the North Shore yesterday to watch some surfing competition, and then we hit the Dole Pineapple plant. So far, having their pineapple ice cream, has been the best part of the trip.
I've never been that into traveling. I don't know why that is.
When I was 21, I went to England. I did some stories there for some BBC radio stations, which was cool. I met a woman that was producing one of their radio shows that was nice, and we flirted for a few days.
Her boss had just gotten engaged to a guy that wrote, I believe it was the Danny DeVito / Arnold Schwarzenegger film "Twins". This woman had the best sense of humor, and could do amazing impersonations. In a popular pub called The Rising Sun, she did a 10 minute impression of Peter Falk (including the one eye going in wacky directions), that had the place rolling.
I got to see the Cavern, where the Beatles first started out, right before it was torn down.
On a train to Liverpool, I looked out the window and saw the factory where Pink Floyd took the cover photo for their "Animals" album.
There were so many musical type of things I did on that trip that I loved. Even though some didn't turn out the way they were supposed to (I had an interview with Moody Blues guitarist Justin Haywood, who owned a record store...it never materialized; a party at Queen guitarist Brian May's huge place didn't happen, and neither did a meeting with Rolling Stone Ron Wood, who had just opened a restaurant called Sticky Fingers).
Maybe it's because I compare every vacation I take to that one.
I went to Washington, D.C. a few months back. It bored me to tears.
I go to New York often, but I don't really care all that much about that. I usually see some friends or a show on Broadway.
When my parents, who go to Hawaii all the time, suggested the family all come along, we didn't object.
The first day driving around in a rental car, it reminded me of being in La Jolla.
The next day, we went to this cultural village. It was seven hours of hell. Aside from my parents, who loved the place, we were all bored to death. And it seemed cheesy, going to each little village and seeing a goofy show designed to entertain 50-year-old tourists.
But I still have another four days here. I'll see what happens.
My girlfriend and I drove up to the North Shore yesterday to watch some surfing competition, and then we hit the Dole Pineapple plant. So far, having their pineapple ice cream, has been the best part of the trip.