It was my last weekend as a bachelor, & the fellas made sure I celebrated it in grand fashion. Without giving me any details, they told me to keep the weekend before my wedding open for fun & adventure. Good thing I took photos for most of the trip…it was hard for me to remember much of it. Here’s what I remember:
I was feeling a bit nervous at work earlier in the day because of the lack of details for the weekend festivities, so I tried to loosen up with some shopping & some wedding errands in Union Square up in SF right after work. I took the 8:00pm train to rush home in time to meet the guys at my place at 9:00pm. They didn’t come in until right before midnight. I fell asleep waiting for them.
Apparently, Sci didn’t get much sleep either. He kept trying to open my fridge from the wrong end. Randy didn’t help; instead, he kept pointing & laughing at him:
[caption id=”” align=”aligncenter” width=”240" caption=”Refrigerators can be tricky sometimes.”]
The evening was spent gallivanting around Downtown San Mateo & finished the night off at Sci’s before the trip down to Pismo beach.
[caption id=”” align=”aligncenter” width=”240" caption=”With our new friend, Jonathan, the balloon artist.”]
Memory was hazy until Saturday morning, when I woke up at a quick pit stop at the Madonna Inn to check out the sweet bathroom. Not knowing what to expect for the weekend makes packing clothes suck, as I think I only packed two outfits. It’s okay, because I’m a guy & guys can get away with recycling clothes. MLIA.
No visit to the Madonna inn is complete without a visit to the iconic bathroom, complete with waterfall urinal that splashed all over your bare legs:
[caption id=”” align=”aligncenter” width=”240" caption=”The boys were shy doing business in front of a camera.”]
A quick visit to the usual Pismo Beach scenic areas before our our reservations made in the afternoon:
[caption id=”” align=”aligncenter” width=”240" caption=”This was taken after a night of hard partying. Fully rested, they can jump twice as high!”]
ATV — the only way to get around on Pismo Beach!
Half of us have done it before, the other half picked it up quickly. Joseph picked it up later in the afternoon. After acting like fools & horsing around, the highlight of the ATV expedition was Clay & his life-threatening accident. Actually, it wasn’t that bad, but we were almost sure he broke his leg:
[caption id=”” align=”aligncenter” width=”180" caption=”Clay is a slave to technology. He twittered while writhing in pain on the sand: ‘gtg broke my leg atv lol’”]
After a lunch of BBQ ribs & other good ol’ California fare, half of the team had to return to the Bay Area because of previous engagements, which left the rest of us to finish the trip down in sunny Los Angeles area.
After four hours of singing along with songs on Nano’s iPod nano (I just had to say that), we made it to the hotel just after sunset.
I gotta give props to my friends…they all drove many hours as my chauffeur without complaints! I hate driving these days (unless it’s an ATV), so I do appreciate their efforts.
Exhausted, we checked into our humble hotel room — five guys on two queen-size beds — freshened up to paint the town red. Instead, after gauging our energy levels, reading Clay’s pain-filled expressions on his face, & realizing we have an early morning, took it easy with a dinner at Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles:
[caption id=”” align=”aligncenter” width=”240" caption=”Clay is a tough guy to make it this far into the trip. Chicken doused in maple syrup makes always makes people happy!”]
…then tried to visit some spots on Sunset Boulevard after meeting up with some of the guys’ friends who were from the area.
Church in the morning, then had a hearty lunch of Thai food with some of the guys from North Hollywood. Good kids.
Since I didn’t clearly recall the condition I left my place before I was whisked away from the Bay Area, I pleaded to the guys I needed to be home before Cindy visited my apartment. As the good guys they were, we booked it right after lunch, flying down Highway 5 & made it home in good time.
Thanks again for giving me this extremely memorable weekend, guys. Y’all are the best.
The rest of the holes in this story can be explained through my photo essay on my Flickr feed: