Holy shit LONG post.
The last few weeks have been crazy. I dont like posting things on live journal, because crazy people read it. And i hate crazy people. But im homeless, and jobless and happy.
we went to san francisco, it was alot of fun/frustrating at peoples assholeness but regardless we had a lot of fun. Chris and I got pretty drunk on the way down, and it was all to hilarious. We ended up making a mess of the bay bridge, if you can picture that. And we stopped at a chevron, and uh, washed the windows. WE parked in a garage and chris wanted to sleep in the car, so we left him and ventured on down to Pier 39. It seems like every time ive gone to san francisco lately we have ended up at the Pier. So sure its not where the "Cool" kids hang out, but I always have fun when im down there. We went to the rainforest cafe and pay way to much for shitty food, but it was fun. The bill didnt make very much sense either.
SO i openly admitted my entire knowledge of san franscico driving is based off a migitized and altered video game version from San Andreas. But it still makes sense. Its the same basic layout, and despite what terry says, he didnt help at all when he called, because ashlie didnt tell me what terry said. I got us there just fine, we only had to turn around like twice. and thats just cuz i kept missing the left turns. Anyways, so we get over the bridge and head to this beach my grandma told me about. NOW I KNOW this beach is there, because its the beach we always go to, but also yet again i AM winging it on the precise location. Well we get to the parking lot of the beach (which chris later agreed was in fact the right parking lot) and get out, and then they say we have to go up that road. THEN TAKE OFF IN THE OTHER DIRECTION. so we chase them down and make them turn around. I was so frustrated at that point I decided we werent going to listen to dan and just go, and we get to the cliffs, and i look down the cliffs over by the parking lot we were at and GUESS WHAT! that fucking beach is there. Yup. So then Dan calls adrian and says we are going to meet her at Vista Point, overlooking the city and the bridges and all that. OH boy. So we drive back, but in order to get over to the vista, we have to go ALLLLLLL the way across the bridge. By this time im pissed off. The only thing i wanted to do all day was see a fucking beach, since the last time i saw a beach was when i was in portland in april of 2004. ANYWAYS, we end up getting off on 1 and driving into san franscico again, and then turning around and driving back across the bridge and meeting everyone for like ten seconds before they take off with adrian and he friend. So Ashlie and I, and Jeanne and Pooty decide to get a room. We get a place in Marin City and stay up late watching movies and talking and having fun.
Check out at about 12 the next day, pooty had to leave early for work, so now its just down to Ashlie, Jeanne, and I. We decide to go to stinson beach, but when we get to stinson, we decide to just follow highway 1 all the way home. It was about 1 o'clock now and we drove on and on and ate at a shitty little resturant house and then turned off on this road that said beaches, but lied since by then we were like 20 miles inward. WELL after about 15 miles of farms and 1 Elk Reserve later we ended up on a trailhead to a beach. This trailhead was a PATH to MORDOR. But we made it, and i got to see the beach again with my most favorite person. We walked back up the trail of tears and got back in the car, to return home. After that was a whole lot of driving, and nothing really eventful happened until i bought a toy shotgun with rubber bullets and Point Blanked Jeanie in the back of the head. She returned fire by throwing her gatorade all over me. We ended up in petuluma, got on the 101, and drove for another two hours. We had to pee and stopped at a catholic church in a place called Asti. While I pee'd ashlie wiped holy water all over jeannes face, and i did some things that have probably bought me a one way ticket to the seventh level. After asti nothing exciting happened. Some highlights include, Boonville, Blue Lakes Mexican and American food, Highway 20 being so damn long, and Casino's out of fucking no where. We got home at 11 o'clock and ashlie and i camped out in the back of her car while jeanne and chris got drunk.
Thats about it.
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we went to san francisco, it was alot of fun/frustrating at peoples assholeness but regardless we had a lot of fun. Chris and I got pretty drunk on the way down, and it was all to hilarious. We ended up making a mess of the bay bridge, if you can picture that. And we stopped at a chevron, and uh, washed the windows. WE parked in a garage and chris wanted to sleep in the car, so we left him and ventured on down to Pier 39. It seems like every time ive gone to san francisco lately we have ended up at the Pier. So sure its not where the "Cool" kids hang out, but I always have fun when im down there. We went to the rainforest cafe and pay way to much for shitty food, but it was fun. The bill didnt make very much sense either.
SO i openly admitted my entire knowledge of san franscico driving is based off a migitized and altered video game version from San Andreas. But it still makes sense. Its the same basic layout, and despite what terry says, he didnt help at all when he called, because ashlie didnt tell me what terry said. I got us there just fine, we only had to turn around like twice. and thats just cuz i kept missing the left turns. Anyways, so we get over the bridge and head to this beach my grandma told me about. NOW I KNOW this beach is there, because its the beach we always go to, but also yet again i AM winging it on the precise location. Well we get to the parking lot of the beach (which chris later agreed was in fact the right parking lot) and get out, and then they say we have to go up that road. THEN TAKE OFF IN THE OTHER DIRECTION. so we chase them down and make them turn around. I was so frustrated at that point I decided we werent going to listen to dan and just go, and we get to the cliffs, and i look down the cliffs over by the parking lot we were at and GUESS WHAT! that fucking beach is there. Yup. So then Dan calls adrian and says we are going to meet her at Vista Point, overlooking the city and the bridges and all that. OH boy. So we drive back, but in order to get over to the vista, we have to go ALLLLLLL the way across the bridge. By this time im pissed off. The only thing i wanted to do all day was see a fucking beach, since the last time i saw a beach was when i was in portland in april of 2004. ANYWAYS, we end up getting off on 1 and driving into san franscico again, and then turning around and driving back across the bridge and meeting everyone for like ten seconds before they take off with adrian and he friend. So Ashlie and I, and Jeanne and Pooty decide to get a room. We get a place in Marin City and stay up late watching movies and talking and having fun.
Check out at about 12 the next day, pooty had to leave early for work, so now its just down to Ashlie, Jeanne, and I. We decide to go to stinson beach, but when we get to stinson, we decide to just follow highway 1 all the way home. It was about 1 o'clock now and we drove on and on and ate at a shitty little resturant house and then turned off on this road that said beaches, but lied since by then we were like 20 miles inward. WELL after about 15 miles of farms and 1 Elk Reserve later we ended up on a trailhead to a beach. This trailhead was a PATH to MORDOR. But we made it, and i got to see the beach again with my most favorite person. We walked back up the trail of tears and got back in the car, to return home. After that was a whole lot of driving, and nothing really eventful happened until i bought a toy shotgun with rubber bullets and Point Blanked Jeanie in the back of the head. She returned fire by throwing her gatorade all over me. We ended up in petuluma, got on the 101, and drove for another two hours. We had to pee and stopped at a catholic church in a place called Asti. While I pee'd ashlie wiped holy water all over jeannes face, and i did some things that have probably bought me a one way ticket to the seventh level. After asti nothing exciting happened. Some highlights include, Boonville, Blue Lakes Mexican and American food, Highway 20 being so damn long, and Casino's out of fucking no where. We got home at 11 o'clock and ashlie and i camped out in the back of her car while jeanne and chris got drunk.
Thats about it.
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