and then we ate...

After the jump, Stacey, Za, and we a-go-go's decided to try a new-to-us breakfast place that once upon a tme was not very good (according to the mister). A friedn had mentioned it was under new ownership and se we trekked out for some good old fashioned diner eats.

The eats were delightful. Parking lot was full but we found parking not-too-far away. The place sells t-shirts and socks with fanulous retro designs, and we think next time ,we will endeavor to try one of their super yummy looking cinnamon rolls.

fourteen years hitched: the jump

and then we jumped...

12 years hitched, 13 jumps

This year, the fountain was on! It's looking a bit bedraggled but the water was flowing and it was lovely. Hello old friend!

The ledge around the fountain is always a lot higher than I remember. It's just tall enough, I need a hand up as my legs are short and the stretch is complicated. Thank goodness for the mister who has a long stride and is always there to help me up when I need it.

Confession time folks....we a-go-gos have reached an age...er...maturity...that tells us that perhaps we are not as spry as we once were twelve years ago...so this year, while we did indeed jump, we did not jump OFF the fountain...we jumped in front of it. It still counts, right?

Good gravy, I adore this goofball. We may not jump as often as we used to but we still get around, get goofy, and just get each other. Swoon.

and so we jumped...for the 11th time!

ten years hitched

nine years hitcherooed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We arrived to a newly landscaped fountain and not another soul about. If you follow along you might remember last year the fountain was closed. It was overcast but not raining and I eyed the height of the fountain edge and felt old and out of shape. But then the mister pulled me up to the ledge, we clasped hands and flew! While I did manage to not do that weird spider-man thing I usually do, I totally forgot to think about my face. GAH! Oh well...both the mister and I were feeling under the weather and silly poofy face or not I adore that guy and the jump must go on! Many many mwahs, hugs, and kisses to my bestest who pushed the shutter button for us. I adore you!

*if you want to see all of our jumps, hop on over to flickr!

eight years hitched!

mr. a-go-go & I got hitched eight years ago at the John B. Mulholland Fountain near Griffith Park. It was a bit of a guerilla wedding or perhaps a smidge flash-mobbish as we simply showed up and got hitched. On that very day we took the leap and so we return to the fountain every year and leap again.

This year we found our fountain tucked behind a chain link fence. Drats! We made do anyway and managed to jump once or twice even. And darn my unfortuante shirt....sigh. Nothing says lovin' like a belly hanging out of a shirt. I know I should have added a tucked in tank to the ensemble. Oh well...lucky or me, belly out or not, mr. a-go-go still is quite smitten and I am just as smitten with him.