Sam and I made up and spent our Valentine’s Day in Catalina, and it was our very first visit. I never thought I would love a place so much in my life. You know at the end of Stepbrothers and amazing things happen? Like Will Ferrell singing? And he makes up with this dick head brother? And everyone gets all goofy happy? I get it now…it’s all because they were in Catalina. There were many aspects to this weekend that were life changing.
1. I have a new nickname – Vivian Jess
According to Sam, I act like a little pre-Madonna sometimes. Like when I complain that I’m cold on the boat, or I have a headache, or it’s hot, or I don’t like my seat on the boat heading to Catalina. He reminds me that I’m acting like Vivian Kensington.
I then shut my trap and suck up whatever is bothering me.
2. Mumford has a soft side:
Sam sent Mumford to the store to buy me a V-Day card and he signed it and everything. That gosh darn cat.
3. I now know that we need to visit Catalina as much as we possibly can.
4. My hatred for clowns is still evident
The first thing we did when we got to the island was obviously grab a drink…preferably a Strawberry Daiquiri.
There was an ice cream place next door and all you could smell was the cream. My nose just drifted to the ice cream shop every time we walked along the street and it was agonizing.
We stayed in the St. Lauren Victorian Hotel that made me think of Ghost Adventures and how they should come here. It was very old and ghost-like but unfortunately I saw and heard nothing out of the ordinary. The sixth floor was a balcony with this view:
How did we spend our Valentine’s Day evening you ask? Well, well, well…we went to the arcade.
After a few shots of Fireball and few bottles of beer, we drunkenly played arcade games. This was also the moment when I realized/remembered that I’m horrible at arcade games.
But, together, we brought in a lot of tickets in about 20 minutes. We ran around the arcade room jumping from game to game like we were 10 again. We pooled our tickets together and got two styrofoam airplanes, two War Heads, a plastic boomerang thing that doesn’t work, and two tattoos.
This is my War Head face:
We for some reason thought it was a good idea to put the tattoos on our foreheads…
That is until we woke up this morning and Sam had trouble rubbing Iron Man off his face. Sam built the styrofoam airplanes and we threw them from our hotel room balcony. I tried to throw one and Sam told me not to throw it too hard, so I put no effort into at all. It didn’t go anywhere, but just plopped straight down on top of the golf cart.
I woke up this morning rolling over in pain because I was so hungover. I have to remember that I’m no longer in college and my body doesn’t react well to excessive alcohol, unfortunately.
Some more beauty pics for you:
Hands down, best Valentine’s Day ever. And probably one of the best nights ever with Sam.