April 22, 2013
One Year Anniversary
Written by my girlfriend, Liv Amend
I didn’t want to say it was because the Hyatt in Redondo was triple the price so I justified it with “They have an aquarium there.”
That seemed to appease them, but I still felt judgment. Sadly, I judged myself when we arrived and the classy Hyatt was right next door to a Hooters and arcade/bowling alley. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I told Elliot he was in charge of negotiating with the front desk for an upgrade. I thought he would ask for a large suite or a beautiful ocean view. My boyfriend asked for a room with a bathtub.
I am a woman obsessed with plans, but my boyfriend is more the fly by the seat of your pants type. Even a year later, we “play it by ear.” I really wanted to visit the aquarium. Elliot was staunchly against the aquarium—because he said kids and strollers and crowds would be too much for him to handle. He said he wanted to go bowling or play at an arcade as if there wouldn’t be any kids or strollers there. Elliot also kept talking about ice skating which caused many pouty looks from my direction. We ended up wandering around with me in a huff for 40 minutes until we decided on beers at a nice bar with outdoor seating at Belmont Shores. The alcohol appeased my need to see sting rays and fish.
We needed to find a place to have a romantic dinner so we decided on a upscale pizza place with trays of meats and cheeses. It was a delicious meal we enjoyed as the sun set over the pier. Elliot normally doesn't like waiters, but he got along with this one, a young man who looked like a chill hipster with Ray Ban like glasses and a beard. The waiter really scored points when he suggested a margheretta pizza we both enjoyed, though he suggested we get it without cutting it to preserve the flavor. I asked him to cut the pizza. We ordered desert and toasted to one year on what seemed like a romantic evening. Little did I know what Long Beach locals had in store for me later. On the walk home I realized that I was not in Kansas anymore. Downtown Long Beach had a lot of very interesting people.
One woman started talking to me very close. “Excuse me, excuse me,” she said in a high pitched voice.
I usually smile at the homeless and nod my head, but in this moment I was so confused, I ignored her. What happened next troubled me for the rest of the night, the woman started yelling expletives in my direction.
I made sure to respond, nodding my head no with a huge smile. All of a sudden, a man on a bike swooped by and screamed “Liar.”
That was it, I had had it. Our one year celebration had to come to an end. I made my boyfriend escort me back to the hotel bar and finally to our room. The 10 o clock hour found us drifting off to Dateline NBC in the hotel room.
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