It was fortunate for Sharktopus that the Catalina Express charged extra for only bicycles and surfboards. He was therefore able to ride along in my purse – complaining about the tight fit and cheap fake leather smell all through the trip – for free.
He didn’t like the 4AM call either, but I was with him on that.
When we arrived, he stayed in the hotel room while Boyfriend and I took a walking tour of the Casino (Sharktopus was hoping for a game of craps later that evening – we had to set him straight and tell him that the Casino was a place for legal festivities only). We also played – horribly – a game of miniature golf. But really, it’s hard not to enjoy such a cute and micro game.
Friday, Boyfriend went surfing – we all went along. The previous night we had gone to a neighboring liquor store to pick up some water and trail mix – Sharktopus’ request for Mickey’s Big Mouth went unheeded. What with the freedom of the island and the headiness of the ocean air, he was getting a little out of hand.
But once we got to the beach, he calmed down. It was, after all, called ‘Shark Harbor’. He went out on his own and inspected some of the rock outcroppings and found them Good.
Back in Avalon, we took a walk to Descanso Beach and past the Casino again. Sharktopus thought it was rather pretty.
Saturday, Boyfriend and I once again once again went zip-lining. We looked to Sharktopus and inquired if he might be interested. I never thought a plush animal could shout HELL NO so loud. He chose to stay in the room, watching TV and waiting for the New Year’s Twilight Zone marathon to begin.
Anyway, I’ve learned something about zip-lining. There is No Way one can look dignified suspended in mid-air, wearing a harness and a helmet. And this is not a big selling point for Aubrey.
And to make things more intriguing, we went on a foggy morning. The mist devoured half the cable – you couldn’t see where you were going; where you’d (hopefully) end up!
That night was the New Year’s Eve party. I think I’ve already intimated that Sharktopus can’t be trusted with crowds and liquor – so we left him behind. Besides, he would probably have made a fool of himself over the macadamia-crusted mahi-mahi. (and the champagne too – and since Aubrey wasn’t sharing, a situation would have ensued).
The next two days, we walked, shopped and toured all across the bonny island. Avalon has the prettiest fountain in the plaza. Seagulls bathe in it, Boyfriend and I have long admired it. And this year Sharktopus discovered it.
The cruise back was quick and sleepy. We kept the party from Sharktopus as long as possible – he can be such an envious little creature – until he found a certain piece of memorabilia.