|
|
Wish I was ocean size
My trip this weekend was amazing in a few different senses. First off, my hosts were excellent and accommodating. It is weird spending the weekend with people that actually eat food a couple times a day. I think they were trying to fatten me up and stick me in the oven. Regardless, I extend my full thanks to them for having me down. It was fantastic to get out of the city and go hang in the vast hills and valleys where coyotes eat little annoying dogs.
While waiting in line to catch the train, they were filming an episode of "Monk" at Union Station. I didn't see Tony Shaloub, but I got to see Jamie "It puts the lotion in the basket" Gumm doing his scene, which consisted of him running 10 feet for three takes.
The other sense of amazing on this trip is something I am not going to go into fully. The short of it could be called a "moment of clarity". The other side of it could be I was channeling the potential of the life I want. It might even have been a form of an out of body experience. Whatever it was, it lasted for a the length of a song (one of my favorites) on the train ride down. It happened after we stopped at:
After this stop, the ocean comes into view regularly on the trip. The train ends up anywhere from a few hundred feet to 10 feet away from the pacific. These were taken from the moving train:
Cool shot of sunset coming through the windows of the train flying by on the other track.
It was around this point that "it" happened. I am still trying to figure it all out. Never had a moment like it but I want to have it again. Enough with the hippie crap though. Introspection and self-discovery shouldn't be in an internet journal.
What SHOULD be is the Ion Cannons from Empire Strikes Back that are located 25 miles outside of San Juan Capistrano:
When I arrived, Rachel picked me up and we went to get booze. I saw some $270 Scotch so I snapped a picture of it.
I am pretty certain they keep it behind glass because of people like Raoul Duke. If it were on an open shelf, he would probably tuck it in his jacket then fake a seizure with an Alka Seltzer in his mouth and flop his way out of the store.
We then rallied at the house and went out for dinner at The Pizza Port. You should eat there if you get the chance. Awesome.
We got home and started in on the activity of choice for time at the homestead: Beatles Rock Band. Sean on Drums, Rachel singing, and yours truly changing up between bass and guitar. If you like the Beatles and own the gear it's worth the purchase. The game is beautiful.
Saturday was a fat ass breakfast at The Original Pancake House (which does NOT have soda - WTF?) and trip to the grocery store. I decided to BBQ for my hosts, so we loaded up on veggies and steaks. I set the Ribeyes in marinade before we hit the beach.
The beach was awesome. I am so in love with the beach now I have claimed her as my lover. I would spend every day I could at the beach if possible.
View from my back:
The water wasn't that cold so I decided to go a few rounds with the breaking waves. Swimming pools suck. The ocean is interactive.
Sean. Asleep. For real.
After the beach we grilled...and it was delicious
Ribeye, potatoes, onions, mushrooms, zucchini, and corn (duh)
CONTINUED IN COMMENTS - STUPID LIMITS!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
