Alan's writing this entry but not much happened today and it's also very late at night, so expect it to be short and possibly incoherent. Sarah's comments are in red.
The day began the usual way, with our breakfast next door before we ventured across the road to Disney California Adventure for the second time. The crowd were even less than when we had first visited on Sunday, so there was no waiting in queues. If only all amusement parks could be this way all the time.
We went on the Soarin over California hang glide simulator again before heading for the river rapids. Soarin was much better the second time as we were on the front row and there were no dangling feet to obstruct our view. We went on the rapids together before going on it individually so we could get photos of each other on it. Unlike our previous visit, the Screamin coaster was actually operating today so I went on that twice during which time Sarah got some shots of me. My god I'm a brilliant photographer (unlike Alan). Despite my best efforts I couldn't drag her onto it. There was time for one more ride on the river rapids before leaving for lunch and we both came off completely soaked.
We had organised tickets to be in a live studio audience for the taping of "Til Death", which is a favourite show of ours, at Sony Pictures for this afternoon and decided to leave lunch until we headed up there. It stars Brad Garrett, the 7 foot hilarious giant of a man from Everybody Loves Raymond and Eddie Kaye Thomas, from the American Pie movies. It was a 5pm start for which we had to be there by 4pm and since we didn't leave the hotel until after 2.30 we had to give lunch a miss as a time allowance needed to be made just in case Sarah gave me the wrong directions as usual. As usual, Alan gets his own instructions which can be hard to follow. He only made one slight mistake. He's getting better, just in time for us to leave Los Angeles.
Upon arrivng at Sony Studios in Culver City, you are subjected to numerous security checks. They're very paranoid about terrorist attacks and everyone passes through metal detectors and all bags are thoroughly searched for weapons or recording devices. Thank goodness for Roger the stand up comedian who interracts with the audience between takes, because it took 4 and a quarter hours to record a 22 minute episode. He's a very, very funny man and really gets everyone involved. We were the only Australians in the audience. At least they gave everyone a slice of pizza (which was only sauce, cheese and oregano, but very tasty) along with a bottle of warm water and some pretty bad chocolates. Anyway, it was well worth the experience in spite of being unable to feel our bottoms from sitting for so long on such small, uncomfortable chairs.
We dropped by our friend Ray's house about 10pm (after taking over 30 minutes to drive there when he lives 10 minutes from the studio), but he was still out working so we turned around and headed back to Anaheim. Ray works as a tv/movie extra and was working tonight shooting some crappy new movie called Opposites.
An hour later and we headed to IHOP for a late night dinner of sausages, eggs, hash browns and blueberry crepes and apple cinnamon crepes for dessert. I'm really not feeling the best now!
Anyway, I've rambled for long enough and if I don't finish soon I'll fall asleep on the keyboard, but I'm sure I'l be back with more tales of our adventures tomorrow.
P.S......In relation to her wondering how a courier can get lost so often, Dad you can tell mum that driving in Los Angeles is like nothing you have ever experienced in Australia. This city is about the size of Tasmania, everyone drives like a complete maniac, the indicator is only used by foreigners, when the traffic is not jam packed the average speed is probably around 80mph, freeway lanes end or merge together with very little warning, we have a ridiculously inadequate map, the indicator is on the wrong side of the steering wheel so usually when I go around a corner I put the wipers on instead, not to mention trying to getting used to driving on the wrong side of the road and sitting on the wrong side of the car when I'm so used to it the other way round.
Of course if Sarah was better with directions, I wouldn't have a problem whatsoever despite all these obstacles. Typical male, you give him directions, he ignores them and then blames the other half for the mistakes.
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