How I Spent My Summer Vacation

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Day 4

If you've been keeping track of my adventures in this blog, you know that I make a big deal about my working out at the gym. Right now, I go once a week, and I "run" on an elliptical crosstrainer for a half-hour, 2.2 miles, 500+ calories, about 3,800 steps. Walking for two days in Gatlinburg and a day in Cherokee, have really taken their toll on me. I can barely waddle! We won't even talk about any more stairs!

• No Way José's Cantina
  I like Mexican food. I like it especially when the plate you get served is bursting with color and not a sorry brown puddle of frijoles next to a sorry brown mound of spanish rice. I like the tortilla chips. I like hot salsa. And, I truly enjoy a nice frozen Margarita or cerveza fria buzz.
  
  I'll give this place points for the food presentation and the sour sugar-rimmed Margarita glasses. I could have used a bit more selection on the entrées. I'm past the taco/tostada/flauta/chimichanga/burrito stage. (Oh, and can we go a bit easier on the cilantro? Muchas gracias.)

• Hollywood Star Cars Museum
  The Flintstone car. The Michael Keaton Batmobile. ECTO 1. The General Lee (with doors that open). Professor Brown's De Lorean. The Terminator's Harley. OK. This was a bit more interesting!

• Hollywood Wax Museum
  They have brochures. They have an address. The only thing they don't have is a museum. We trudged up and down the main drag, only to find out that the museum isn't open YET. Huh?

• Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum
  There is a 10,000 ball of granite in a fountain out front. The ball is suspended on a film of water about a gnat's-ass thick.
  
  truckerbear and Wanda had wax hands made with them holding hands. They grease up your hands with cocoa butter lotion, then dunk your hands in hot paraffin about a dozen times. They gently remove the cooled wax, add a bottom, then dip it in colored paraffin for a little decoration. truckerbear and Wanda had their wax hands colored red, white and blue, with the date "July 2007" written on the front in black wax.
  
  ARGH! NO MORE STAIRS! NO MORE STAIRS! I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD!