Saturday, and I dicked around in Palmdale, killing time (and screwing up rental cars) on Saturday, playing Burnout 3, until it was time to go meet up with in Manhattan Beach… We jumped in the (new) rental and drove down just past LA to Manhattan Beach. We had to park ridiculously far from AJs place, but we eventually got to his apartment. We immediately turned around and went to his favorite local bar for some imbibing. We set up shop by one of the pool tables, and started playing 8-ball… At some point, AJ called one of the girls in the place a “typical west-coast girl” (something he apparently has a penchant for doing). Anyway, this girl turned around after awhile and threw a few of her male friends (only one of which was at all intimidating) at AJ… It took awhile for all involved to defuse that situation, especially since we were all completely shitfaced, but no blows were thrown… I might have been shoved at some point, though, because I had a strange pain on my ribcage the next day.. Anyway, the drinking resumed until the bar closed and we returned to AJs (I passed out quickly)..
Matt and I were on wingman detail for AJ, which hopefully worked out well for him… His apartment is simply amazing… No two ways about it, there is something to be said about waking up on Sunday after a night of heavy drinking, without a hangover, and walking out on to the balcony and gazing at the beach and the Pacific… I don’t think I could live without a winter, but if I ever could afford two places….