Adventures in Santa Monica

I always make plans to get out and about, to take advantage of the things there are to do in Southern California more often. But we rarely escape our little sububurb. There's so. much. to do and we do so little of it. Shameful, really.

So it was a double bonus when an old friend of Hubs' and mine was in Santa Monica for work - an opportunity to catch up with him and for us to get out to the coast for the first time since The Little Boy was born.

We met our old friend at a pub, a pub that my dad and uncle used to take me to when I was wee so we could watch Laker's games in the 70's and 80's. Sniff.

We chatted and ate fried food and peas before heading out for a walk to check out the sea and sunset.

Here's The Boy, acting like the King of Santa Monica, with our friend.

And The Little Boy and Hubs with one of the canons, the story of which I can't remember.

Me and my boys with the pier in the background.

And a not terribly bad picture of the sunset taken from the pier.

It was a lovely evening and reminded me of two things. First - friends are still friends even if eleven years have passed since you've seen each other. Second - It's totally worth the minimal effort it takes to get out and see and do things.