We Are Adventurers

Oh yeah... Now I remember the reason I got rid of that last blog: the crushing guilt of not posting anything for two weeks. In reality, I've had plenty to write about, but I am lazy.
So, my adventures:
Two weeks ago, we took a trek out to a rope swing that launched into an icy cold lake. I would like to say I was the biggest man there, and that is why I was the first to launch into the water, but in reality, it was peer pressure. I will do a lot of things if my friends can convince me it will make me seem like more of a man. This also may be why I ended up doing that same rope swing later that day bare naked, but I digress.4th of July weekend we took a trip out to San Francisco. Despite the struggles in leaving an office like this for a weekend, we did make it out of Sacramento by about 9 on Saturday night. This is where I put my plug in for hotwire.com, we ended up in a 4-star room on the 21st floor at the Hilton just off the Embarcadero for $100. That night we went out to a dance club. I'm not generally a night club kinda guy, but I will admit, I enjoy the attention a tall guy with hilarious dancing abilities like me gets.
After the club we wandered downtown trying to find some 3am food, and this is where the real magic started. I've been in a lot of big cities, but I have never seen homeless like they have in SF, they are so pushy, it makes it really difficult for me to give. I generally do give change to homeless if I have it, but there are so many in SF and they give new definition to the term 'beggar'. Anyways, we found an all night pizza joint (Which, by the way, why can't you find decent pizza outside of NYC?) and we ate our slices out front. We hadn't been eating 10 seconds when the first guy came up asking for change. Let me tell you, he was a mumbler. Enunciate and maybe I'll give you something. The next one was my favorite. RR, he called me a "fat b****" I'll be honest, I was more offended by him calling my fat than a b-word. If it were remotely true, I would have been actually offended. He called brad a racist, and he shared is cheap 40 of vodka with Gene. Gene is one with the homeless of SF.

night club night

Sunday, we got up and found a delightful creperie where I had some of the best eggs benedict of my life. Oooooooh hollandaise sauce, how I love you. We went to church, where there was an adorable girl with a mohawk, who I didn't have the guts to talk to. If she, by some miracle, sees this blog, I want her to know she inspired me to get my hawk back. After that, we went for a bit of sight-seeing. Most notably, we went to the house where the opening credits of Full House were filmed. If you're wondering, the answer is yes, I frolicked in the grass. (Head over to my buddy Brad's Blog to see said frolicking)

That night we went out to Fisherman's Wharf for fireworks over the bay. In reality, fireworks are kinda boring. Especially when you can only see about half of the actual firework because the top half was covered in a layer of fog. But, the bay was beautiful, and it kinda had a neat effect seeing the clouds light up, very war-zone-esque. As we were walking home we were coming up behind a guy who seemed to have a very odd fashion sense. As we got closer we realized he was sagging his pants completely below both cheeks, and he was not wearing underwear. That's right, bare-butt on a chilly night. Of course Gene had to talk to him, and that's when the magic happened. Yup, Gene got a bare-butt hug from a stranger.
Monday morning we drove out to the beach in a thick layer of fog and got there while the temp was still in the low 50's. I for one was not willing to touch the water, Brad and Gene were at least slightly bigger men than me, and got ankle high. Thanks to that cold weather, however, we found an amazing little cafe in this tiny beach town. I had biscuits and gravy, but it was an extremely original take on it, with antouille sausage gravy. Brad's meal was the most impressive, however. Eggs Benedict with avocado and pulled pork. Really an impressive place. I drove home while the other three slept in a food coma, which is really against the rules of roadtripping, but it was ok, I'm a steady driver.

Finally, Friday was Cow Appreciation Day, which at Chick-Fil-A means free chicken if you dress like a cow. Did we cash in? Absolutely. 3 times. The first stop, we discovered it's any meal on the menu for free. So of course we drove the 20 minutes south to the next closest restaurant, ate a great meal, and decided to drive 45 minutes north to the 3rd closest restaurant. we got there right as they were closing. The girl working the counter informed us that we could have gotten as many meals as we wanted at any of the Chick-Fil-A's. There was no need to the absurd driving. Still, do I regret it? Absolutely not, it was an adventure.