The United States of Richard: Pasadena

So D.Money, Monica, and I went to Pasadena and this a bit of our adventure.

I also realized that pictures make things look so much more fun than real life.

So this is our story of the adventure we had in the exotic land of Pasadena:

I did some before-trip mathematics inside the Biola Science Building.

Then we ate some junk sausages and junk bacon that tasted weird at the Biola cafeteria.

We saw the randomest castle in the middle of the city belonging to Mexican Druglord Don Cortez. He killed the previous Don who was Italian, Don Carzonni. It's a lie

Monica drank water from a fountain that had 42 health code violations.

When we reached Pasadena, we went to the playground because I wanted to be creepy and look at kids.

Monica Being Weird

Defacing Public Property

Then we jaywalked to a fire station where they had a beautiful antique fire truck with Gold Leafs and an even hotter fireman.

Super Hot Fireman

Then we went to a sweat shop/jean store. The cashier lady was REALLY pretty and she called us hip because we cuffed our pants. In the back, we met the 53 year old Guatemalan veteran of jean making.

D.Money and I ditched Monica to go into a place called the Workshop. I still don't know what that building was all about.

Who's Watching Who?

Then we walked around the city passing nerds waiting for I-pad2, the idol of Juicy Couture, the Pink Knight of Juicy Couture, my three ladies, and some security.

Nerds

The Pink Idol

Being Knighted by the Pink Knight

Me and My Three Ladies

Security came and reprimanded us for taking pictures in the store so D.Money sneakily took photos as a sign of rebellion against the capitalist dogma of no photo taking.

Then we went into a strange alleyway and saw many strange things. But I love alleyways.

"What is that?!"

"It's an alleyway!!!"

I realized how uncannily similar our facial expressions were.

Go, my dog. Eat all who stand in thine way.

Urban Bouldering much?

The we proceeded to Mignon Chocolate. No joke: when I ate one of their chocolates, my insides started t0 feel fuzzy in a good way. I highly recommend these Armenian chocolate makers who hail from Iran.

Then we went to Carmela's Creamery which had a bizarre assortment of flavors that just worked: Cucumbers, Strawberry Butterscotch, Brown Sugar Vanilla just to name a few. The cashier there was also really beautiful.