it was saturday afternoon. i had just been stood up by a ucsb sorority girl who said she wanted to hike with me.
but it was cool, i had a hangover from the previous night at the gay bar anyway whose festivities hadnt ended till 430am.
then my text machine spit out some ticker tape from a young lady at the beach who was all omg its 75 degrees out here. come out!
i was like, yeah but whats in it for me?
she was all well maybe for the first time this year your life wouldnt be all boring.
and the girl had a point. i was fading into the gaping maw of death without even the slightest fight.
but when would i ever get to play NBA2K11???
we noticed a lot of apartments and condos for rent right by the beach. crazy prices. i thought real estate was flat?
this one was a 2BD for $2400.
or for just $1,450 a month you could have a studio apt a half block from the beach with a murphy bed
but this beach front condo pretty much convinced us that we shouldnt actually buy a house anywhere we should just rent it
for sixty grand a year.
never mind that you could just live in a normal place and drive yr car the two blocks to said beach and park for $2 an hour whenever you wanted.
secretly karisa hates me which is why she tried to make me drink a glass of wheat grass juice
i was all, id rather do Anything that drink this juice and she said Anything?
she said even take a run on a wood chip trail that starts off in a scary heroin tunnel?
i said thats exactly what i was hoping youd say
my shaky iphone pics dont do it justice but the wood chip trail is called the Veterans Parkway
it was built over where cable car tracks used to run from downtown to the beach
but the tracks were pulled up so as to encourage people to start buying cars back in the day.
once you start playing Wonder How Much That House Costs you can never stop.
afterwards we went back to her pad to do some P90x, watch the Charlie Sheen livestream, and play with the kitty
i was so hungry i was all, imma eat that cat if something doesnt turn into a steak or some sushi pronto.
a cab took us to Sasha which Foursquare swore was filthy with cougars, but all i could see were attendees for the Shortest Dress Convention
the meal ended with a parade of tiramisus and smiley faces all around.
thanks for the awesome idea karisa!