oh you monkey face
Molly and myself earlier today. The Santa Monica Pier was pretty delightful, despite the fact the rides weren’t operating and there were a few too many fast food establishments at hand.
There was an arcade with a satisfying amount of old-school games, a squashed penny machine, and photo booths.
I love this picture. Oddly, the second picture of me is exactly the expression my mom would do for amusement, which I called the monkey face. I’m happy that she kind of popped up here, a little reminder visit; she loved Molly and would have had a great time with us, especially deciding between a Rickey, Phosphate, or Egg Cream at the fountain next to the carousel.
Note to self and everyone else: every work day should start exactly like this.