After a long and exciting day at a park full of fun we went to what can be described as the essence of "California livin' is easy, let's just all relax". The beauty in this town was made possible by our host Chris (he too is part of couchsurfing). His house was this eccentric, homey, so relaxed place. He had corn growing in his front yard! We showed up rather late, but he greeted us and told us how to get to the still alive and functioning part of town, which happened to be about two blocks away. Along the walk we spied a drunk man passed out on the sidewalk, ballsack written on the street, and perfect palm trees. We asked a lovely young lady where to get food and we were introduced to ectasy. I share with you Freebird. Regular burriots? No. MONSTER BURRITOS. For $8, I received a burrito the size of my head. It was so good Auren and Jonathon had it again the next day. These burritos made it rain in my mouth! Also at Freebirds, we were asked if we were seeling some green and Jonathon was asked if he was, I believe, trippin'. All within fifteen minutes of being in this lovely town.
Moving along...Jonathona nd I read books from Chris's absolutely amazing bookshefl, Janssen clickclacked on the compute rand Auren took it upon himself to sleep outside on the hammock. It was determined the next morning that this is cold and dewey. Morning time for us came around noon and we headed out to the beach. I believe it was three blocks from his house, which is the kind of life I want. At the beach we read and relaxed. It wasn't a "deathly kill you with my UV Rays type of day", but the lovely "beach breeze with the sun's rays massaging your shoulders". It was a good day. What a simple sentence. What a true sentence. To be honest, everyday I've been on this journey could be summed up that way...
After our beach getaway, we made it back to Chris's. There we met fellow couchsurfers who were also being allwed a lovely place to stay. There were two English guys and frou guys from Finland. This would have made ten people in the same house, not including the people who actually live there...so we decided that maybe we should leave for Yosemite, but not until we ate a fabulous dinner and enjoyed some Reggae music.
We ate dinner at a place called The Palace Grill. Cajun food and a lovely atmosphere. They were all about service...They didn't have to let us in, but the man decided to seat us. Get this, I had fish and actually didn't mind it. We had breaded crawfish dipped in a cajun sauce and it was yummy. They gave us muffins for bread. As for the entrees, Auren ate Catfish, which wasn't too shabby...Jonathon had stuffed crab that had some sort of breading and that was very good...I had the Jambalaya mmmmm and Janssen went for the Shrimp etoufee. I didn't really like hers...too fishy for me. Then they gave us a dessert on the house and it was so exquisite. Lovely. Tastebuds were joining hands and spinning around with delight. After our meal, we went to Sandbar and listened to live Reggae. Janssen and I also decided to sit outside with our drinks and hold man auditions...here's how it went...
The first man comes up and sits down with the line of his friends were being boring and he just wanted to talk. So, we do. Conversation about him being a chef and the types of meals he cooks and just a lot of things about cooking really. He was wearing a shirt that said Cali Green and so I asked if smoked...he said he did, but then was like I don't have any, well actually I'd be embarrassed to share the half bowl I have in my car...This turned into an awkward silence of pretty much Janssen and I being like "well...uhh...what else could there be to talk about?" So, he leaves.
The next guy just wanders up..hammered. He goes up to j and is just like "alright, let's get this out of the way, before your boyfriend comes back" and then tries to get her number, but realizes his phone is dead, dead, dead. We briefly tell him about our journey and he goes "go to the marina...say it with me. go to the marina." This man was full of excitement and crazy. Apparently at the marina you can go "No, no, no, PARTY" as in just walk and find a bar to suit your evening. We tell him we're from Iowa and he goes "Oh, I've been there"...J, "Oh yeah, what city?" ...crazy, "Boise"...me "hahahhahahahahhahahahahahah". He then told us about Michigan and how he has family in "linkin park, detroit, travers park, linkin park" Once again, I laughed. Crazy got mad at us when he said he needed a drink and we causally mentioned that he would have to go to the bar, because we didn't have a waitress...in his words he "took offense"
The final audition was held with the guys involved. I have no idea how he came up to the table, because at the time I was in the bathroom...all I know is I walked up and he was yelling about politics. I had overheard him earlier in the evening and what I heard him say was quite profound..."I get angry because I'm an American". I laughed at that too. Anyway, he's blahblahblahin and we are all quiet and listening to his rant and finally he leans over and whispers in my ear "I've been checking you out for the past 45 minutes" and my response was "I don't think that's appropriate". We'll count that as the romantic quote of the day.
After this lovely evening, we were off to Yosemite. Jonathon decided to be a saint and take the first shift of 2am-6am (he was sober!) I took the final 6am-noon and we put ourselves into the most wonderful kind of beauty there is: natural beauty.
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