wednesday, thursday and friday

wednesday

-golden gate was fucking amazing.
-wednesday night we ate at some rad chinese restaurant. the sesame fake chicken was awesome, as were the scallion pancakes.
-brad and i slept at the home of a nice young homosexual named brian. he proved to me that everything i've read about gayfolk was true. he was courteous, polite, and seemed genuinely concerned with our well being. that didn't make up for the fact that brad and i slept in a creepy room above a busy street and fell asleep to the sound of idiot bargoers down below. also, brad slept on a brat's bedspread.

thursday

-leisurely drove down the coast. we stopped at some beach and clambored around on rocks, chased crabs, and generally acted like children. mcardle and i got our feet soaking wet, and it ruled.
-stopped at a strawberry farm on route one and got a basket of the freshest strawberries ive ever had, along with some delicious strawberry cider. honor till, son.
-stopped at saturn cafe, a fifties style diner that is vegan. fucking a it ruled. got a boke and fries with an order of nachos as an appetizer. awesome.
-drove through some amazing countryside in big sur. saw mountains. heard a possible car crash.
-watched the sun go down into the ocean.
-got to our hotel in oxnard around eleven, hung out with rad jerseyfolk for a bit, and crashed.

friday (today)

-woke up, drove around with chuck listening to david lee roth.
-went to the beach where we met brad, mcardle, and michelle.
-saw a dead seagull, took pictures of it.
-went to the fest.
-missed xibalba because of poor organization ie we were outside for almost two hours before being allowed to get in. caught alpha and omega, iron age, mother of mercy, and the mongoloids.
-hung out with manny. great fucking dude.
-saw klint. another great dude.
-spent a couple of minutes outside talking to erie. time well spent.
-left after blacklisted due to all of us being hungry.
-ate taco bell with an awesome couple from LA.
-went to dennys, had too many cherry limeades, and got sort of sick
-recovered, came back to our room, ran around naked, harassed mcardle and brad.
-had our room weeded out by iron age.
-am now sleeping.

tomorrow, cold world. fuck yeah.