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Well, bit slow on the updates, but thats the way things are in California...
After a jolly breakfast in Cafe Lala (not tellytubby themed unfortunately), where we managed to guess something about Dickens and won a cookie, we got back in the ole beast and hit the road. Unsuprisingly, there were trees, mist and beach to watch. Again. For a long time. Until we hit San Francisco and it was all going swimmingly for a while till we realised the bay bridge was shut. Thus followed an hour long drive round the bay including the classic drives up the streets around the marina as featured in the film Bullet. So I had to play with some actual gears on the car and try not to roll backwards.. Not so easy.. Still, we got there in one piece, set up camp and hit the nearest Irish pub for a fish supper..
Where we made friends with a chap (called Matt) who seemed rather normal. Until we went to a pool club with him and proceeded to get blind drunk, from which point onwards he tried to pull every girl there, and fight every bloke, while at the same time trying to get them all to listen to his heavy metal collection on his ipod. He even introduced us to his gay black jewish friend called Donovan (gave up making jokes at that point...).
MJ nearly got 7-balled by an Asian girl. So he hit the bar. I went home and sparked out.
Luckily I didn't have to drive the next day, so after another slow start and a curry for lunch (I have decided American Curry's are not their forte.. Stick to burgers), we had a wander round the local university streets, and did a spot of shopping.
A rather ropey pizza for dinner forced us back to the Irish pub to drink the taste away and luckily for us it was quiz night! So we forced ourselves upon some lonely looking yanks (who proceeded to do bad peep show impressions all night) and came a creditable 7th from 14 teams, not bad with our current affairs knowledge, havent read a paper in a month... After that we hit a karaoke bar, where we watched some amusing renditions of queen songs by some gansta rapper chappies, back to the pool club, more white russians and a bloody mary, and darkness decended again...
Oh, and we scored some plastic mokeys. I called mine Denzel.
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