You may notice from now on that the super wide, super nice looking pictures will decrease on this blog. I did not forget about them, but the weather did not cooperate with us. The weather, instead, stunk. We went almost the entire trip up until this point with incredible weather. It figures that we drive to Southern California, and it rains the whole time. Yeesh.
After my semi-delicious/semi-disappointing in-car Pinguinos, we drove down to Central California for dinner and sleeping. We stopped at a random restaurant:
A seafood restaurant less than a mile from the Pacific Ocean? Can’t miss.
A seafood restaurant less than a mile from the Pacific Ocean, but it’s connected to a Quality Inn? Miss.
The food stunk. I won’t even tell you what it was or describe it. Olive Garden is better.
We drove in the rain and fog for another hour or so and finally arrived at a crappy motel near the next day’s destination. We slept in it and died a little bit. Why did we die a little bit? because it was, most probably, the worst place we will ever sleep. I could give you plenty of examples of why it was the worst, but I will only offer a visual example. This is what I noticed on our way out:
Yup. Definitely. I have nothing to say.
Moving on.
Back on the road, we stopped for some breakfast before we met up with a few friends for some extreme sporting:
This place was highly rated, so we were pretty excited to eat there, even though it seemed pretty patriotic. Since we were in California, which, in case you were wondering and/or don’t know anything about states close to Mexico, is full of Mexican people, I got this:
A delicious bean chili omelet. It smelled incredible. I was pretty pumped about it when it came, but it ended up being just mediocre. The chili was a little too smoky for my liking, but it was still good. Amanda enjoyed, duh, her breakfast and we were back on the road.
To where?
To meet up, as I mentioned earlier, with some friends to do some extreme sporting. Sky diving in Santa Barbara, California.
Amanda, and Sarah (one of our friends) were both pretty nervous about the whole thing. I had done it once before, so I wasn’t too nervous and Justin doesn’t have emotions, so who knows with him…
We arrived, said our hellos (but not goodbyes, those would be said on the plane) and walked in:
Inside, we were informed that the weather stunk. Duh. We knew that already. Apparently, stinky weather leads to no flying. We were encouraged to sit tight (which should be “tightly”), fill out some forms, watch a crazy video from 1970 something and hopefully we’d get a window to go up.
In this:
That plane sat in the hangar for the entirety of the day. Justin and Sarah had driven up from LA, which is 3 or so hours away, to watch a video and sit around. What a bummer.
We left the airport and decided to get some dinner in super rich Santa Barbara. Since we are not super rich, and Justin won’t give me his tax forms, so I don’t know if he is or not, we settled on a place that wouldn’t cripple us financially:
And I ordered this:
An open faced turkey sandwich covered in gravy with some smashed potatoes and way too much zucchini. It was pretty good. The gravy was still hot and the turkey was fresh.
No big deal.
We drove back to Justin and Sarah’s apartment, chatted it up, watched some TV, which is always great, and slept. Once awake again, we went to a local spot for some breakfast:
The Brite Spot they are talking about? All of the hipsters. Jesus. I can’t get away form those people. This place was packed with them. Wall to wall. Ugh.
I gritted my teeth and ordered the standard Ryan breakfast:
The bacon was super delicious. The breakfast meats on this trip crushed the breakfast meats in New England. Nice job everyone else but New England.
After breakfast, we stayed out of the rain for a bit in the apartment, then headed to Echo Park for a performance. I will reveal the performance in the next post. You should definitely look forward to it.
Trust me:
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