At The Galley (to which I would happily give a Michelin star based solely on the fact it was air conditioned) we ate unadventurous sandwiches and debated going to the cheese shop. Cheese shop is always good, but it was so hot and buying cheese would mean going straight home to refrigerate it and our house had people in it. So we threw ourselves back out into the heat and walked up the street to Sarge's Comics. Didn't buy anything, but The Husband had a nice sit on their squashy sofa and watched an episode of Ghost in the Shell the TV series (apparently, just as indecipherable as the film) while I read The Pro (very naughty, dahlings) and petted the shop kitties.
Whale Trail whales (like those cows they had all over the place a few years ago). It was very cute -- all white with a giant red squid and black "tribal" tattooing. We sat in the shady little green space around the whale for a bit and were pretty comfortable as long as we didn't move. But, because it seemed like a good idea at the time, we then walked up the street to the public library and took pictures of their whale -- turquoise blue with topless red-headed mermaid and strategically placed tropical fish -- and quickly realized what idiots we were for leaving the (relative) comfort of the green space.
(Dude, I'm saying it was one of the hottest days of the year and here we were schlepping up and down the city streets like witless tourists when we ought to have been parked on our couch in our nuddiepants.)
Desperate for a toilet (The Husband) and a drink (me) we popped into a nearby coffee bar where we fed each bits of chocolate mudslide pie (cake-y brownie layer topped with thick chocolate mousse and a cream cheese layer, then finished with crumbled bits of brownie) and canoodled for a bit. In the end, we decided we were going home. The hell with it, it was just too damned hot.
We arrived home (taking more whale pictures on the way) and the house was empty. Empty. But we were too hot and tired to make good use of that time. Stupidstupidstupid.
After the movie we came home, locked ourselves in our bedroom, and did things not condoned by the current administration. While my in-laws sat watching a video in the living room. Surely, I am going to hell.
Then we went to one of the local Japanese restaurants and ate many delicious things. The Husband (full of surprises these days) shared some raw tuna and salmon sushi with me and declared it good.
After eating, we went and saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory which was surprisingly good. I'd avoided seeing it because Johnny Depp's portrayal of Willy Wonka just screamed "creepy pedophile" to me. After seeing the movie, he was still creepy, but much more in a Roald Dahl way and less in a Michael Jackson one.
And then we came home and that was it. Aren't we just the most boring people ever?