California Love

You know that you're in California when:
- the first sign you see is $1000 fine for animal abandonment
- the second is $1000 fine for littering or smoking
- the urinals are waterless (and quite frankly stink)
- brown doesn't automatically mean mexican
- bmx bikers jump over you when you're trying to catch a nap in a park

So were finally in California, the land of $4 gas prices and $1000 fines for abandoning your pet Fluffy. After Crazy Caramel (see earlier post) joined us, we did what anyone would do after driving for a week to finally reach their destination: we slept. Yup, we went to the San Diego park, found our own separate spots in the crowded park, and dozed off.

My nap was cut short, however, whenever I was so nicely awakened by a bmx biker who thought it would be cool to do jumps over me. I wanted to take his bike and jump over him... And miss.

Anyway, after taking a historical trolley tour of San Diego by a guide who probably should have been a first grade teacher, we then headed to meet one of Ruti's friend at a local pub. The first thing he said to Ruti after meeting him for the first time in six years? "Whoa! You look like to Ruti's put together!" Well, we couldn't help but laugh at that.

We then headed to the great city of LA, blasting Tupac's song "California Love" the entire way. How did we greet the The Caramelo Locos entry into our road trip? By making him drive of course! Of course that in itself becomes an interesting adventure. We spent the entire time yelling out things like

"Watch out!"
"No! left turn!"
"I don't wanna die!"

But I am happy to report that the only casualty was a parking lot cone.

We met up with Law school buddy Lei in LA that night. Anyone who knows Lei would be surprised to hear he was quite normal when I met him. I began to think that law firm life zapped him of his quirkiness. But before long, he was back to his old self, trying to rap, joking on folks, and basically assuming his role as stand up comic.



We headed that night to the world famous Roscoe's Chicken n Waffles, which looked more like a nightclub on the outside with a really big guy standing at the door wearing a shirt saying "Security".

But once inside, we basically killed everything they thought to the table. Afterward, the four of us and Fateen, who joined us that night as well, headed to a bar called Stout. I'm sure it was Lei's first time in a bar in years. It was our tenth in a week. We had a really good time, and after bidding farewell to Fateen, finally headed to Lei's place to sleep.

Cali- day 1 was done.


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Location: San Diego, Los Angeles