Every weekend, the City of Long Beach hosts some sort of entertainment throughout downtown. There are bands on street corners, and bands or entertainment at the little "theater," or sitting area really, down at the pier in Shoreline Village. Jesse had been jonesing for some Yardhouse french fries, so we walked down to get some.
The wait was 45 minutes. No french fries are worth that, though the Yardhouse fries might be worth a 20 minute wait. 45 is just asking too much. So we wandered down the rest of the pier (I don't know if it's actually a pier, it just sticks out over the harbor and there be boats, so pier it is now. As we wandered by the nightly entertainment area, this is what we encountered:
Aren't they the cutest things ever? I hope upon hope that I still have the wherewithal at age wrinkly to be doing the long-dress and boa hula, and that Jesse will still be thin enough to wiggle hisself like that. I don't count on either of those things, but a girl's got to have dreams, right?
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