Friday night saw me bounding out of the office and into the passenger seat of my car. Ree drove us the hour and a half er so out to Ocean Beach to meet up with some out of town friends I see maybe 2-3 times annually. The plan was to see Doug Stanhope at a little club but the universe had other ideas in mind.
The camera is totally drunk.
The air was perfect for my peacoat reunion, as we stayed just off the ocean at a little hotel with a kickass courtyard between us and the sand.
Those vases in the distance, over the stairs? At one point I was among them, hanging out and wondering what in the hell possessed me to climb up there when the trip down looked so much scarier.
Our friends, Kevin & Megan, arrived later than intended due to Friday evening traffuck and accidents and the like. They were still in good spirits and this was reason to toast and laugh our asses off for a bit at a little Irish pub with live music. The Stanhope show had started while they were on the freeway and probably ended around our third pint glass.
Next door was a-fucking-mazing pizza, a live bagpipe/drum group, and a funny shirt:
After dinner and some late night courtyard shenanigans involving us performing as caged animals to startled onlookers (don’t ask) at the hotel, there was beach walking, revisiting the Irish pub and then a quiet dumpy dive nearby that kicked us out at closing time.
On Saturday morning Kevin brought a damn good latte up to our room and I inquired as to whether or not I could pull off a ‘fancy hat’ (or what some people know as a newsboy cap) that I saw Shannyn Sossamon wearing on TV. The panel declared that I probably could though I don’t think they cared much.
Off to a beach front café, under the shade of an umbrella, in the perfect weather with mimosas by the plastic bucket.
It was very happy.
Tell me the bucket idea isn’t cute. YOU CAN’T.
Lazy wandering led to easily scoring several Christmas presents for assorted frenz & fam AND? I got a fancy hat. Which I wore for two days straight and took one super corny picture in. I think I love having a plaid clad dome.
One rooftop cantina + margarita pitcher later and we had to say our goodbyes and get back to hometown for a quick nap, a long shower and a birthday gathering. Ree and I met with Kristine and Robert to celebrate Kristine’s first annual 29th birthday at an amazing deli/bar. There were sandwiches and frosty drinks. It was love.
Later at a huge karaoke bar, I got fed the fuck up with women and the men that love them. Lesson learned: without clothing that appears to be painted on, abundant cleavage, and a high pitched laugh, you don’t deserve service or manners in general. It was a damn shame I left my cat suit at home and remembered to wear a shirt.
And then I met two very cute, very sweet, very funny girls in the bathroom and the faith in much of my douche-tastic generation started to restore.
Overall the weekend did nothing for my lingering, nagging cold but it did wonders for my overwhelmed mind, as good times with friends tend to do.
-CJ
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