Andrew Bohan
04-30-2007, 11:51 PM
Day 1: Thursday
It was business as usual at the shop, until about 8:30pm, when Luke asked me to look up a flight for him to San Diego that night. I asked him why the hell he suddenly had to go to San Diego and he said Dirrty Dave's sister was graduating from Cosmetology school and wanted him to go see her. Dirrty and his gf Ana had driven down earlier that day. Shit, I was down to go to San Diego, so we hauled ass over to the airport, bought tickets, and were on our way less than an hour after hearing about the graduation.
We landed in San Diego and Dirrty picked us up in the Dirrty Van and we got some food and liquor, dropped his sister off at her house in Encititas, and we and partied in the hotel room until we passed out.
Day 2: Friday
Since it was a random last minute trip, all I brought with me was my camera. First thing we did was go get me some clothes to wear. $30 at Target did the trick. Then we checked out of the hotel, picked up Dirrty's sister along with their Dad and we got some Mexican food for free, because Luke found a dog bone in his beans.
After that we headed back down to San Diego to find another hotel. Once we found one we could afford, we dropped off our stuff and headed over to Mission Beach and drank margaritas and ate nachos. Dirrty and Ana took off to go to a nice dinner and Dirrty's sister came down to hang out with me and Luke for a while. When she left, we had a business meeting in the hot tub and took shots of vodka.
After Dirrty and Ana got back, we headed out to Pacific Beach for some bar action. The girls in those bars were all stupid, but there were some cool homeless guys who yelled like pirates sitting out side a tattoo parlor. We rolled back to the hotel blasting E-40, representing NorCal beeyach. The Dirrty Van has a pretty bumpin system btw. On the way back to the hotel, I mooned these cute filipina girls in an SUV and the driver blew me a kiss.
Day 3: Saturday.
We woke up just in time to head to La Jolla for Dirrty's sister's graduation. Actually it wasn't a graduation at all. All she did was clock out for the last time while her step mom threw confetti all over the place. Then some people said some encouraging bs and we left. I swear the combined IQ of everyone in that place is about 40.
After that we headed back to the hotel to get changed for the beach, then we headed out to Pacific Beach again for lunch and shopping. Girls love shopping in girls-only stores so it was really boring for the guys. I did find a pair of sunglasses on a garbage can though, which was cool since I didn't have mine. Dirrty said he'd buy me a drink later if i hate a whole onion, so i did.
Dirrty's sister then had to go to Ocean Beach to claim a firepit for some party later on that night, so we all headed down there to hang out on the beach. We played football and volleyball, drank Goldschlager, and buried eachother in the sand. Too bad it wasn't sunny at all there.
We were kind of tired after a few hours of that, so we headed back to the hotel and watched TV for a bit.
We didn't want to go to the Pacific Beach bars again, so we drove out on Point Loma looking for a dive bar. We found one soon enough and started drinking. It was populated by some college age folks as well as a few older people. Dirrty bought me that drink he owed me since I ate the onion, and once we were drunk enough, Ana signed Luke and Me up to sing karaoke. Thanks! We sang Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet. The cute asian bartender looked 21 but she was actually 41. Wow! She wasn't as cool as the 61 year old Vietnam vet with a metal leg though. He lost his leg in a minefield. The cute asian bartender kicked him out for hitting this fat black girl on the head with giant inflatable microphone. We went outside and talked to two Navy guys who repair submarines. We made fun of Coast Guard guys who jerk each other off (Daren's ship). Then Luke tried to take the cute bartender home but he was way too drunk to make any sense.
After that we headed back to the hotel and passed out.
Day 4: Sunday.
Dirrty and Ana went to go have breakfast so I got up to go walk around while Luke stayed in bed. I found a shopping cart and pushed that back to the room and put it in Dirrty and Ana's bed. Then I put a cone on top of it. They thought that was pretty funny when they got back, so we left it there after we checked out.
We headed back up to Encititas for Dirrty's sister's "graduation" party, where we had a bbq. It was boring so Luke tied a lit cigarette to a balloon and let it go. I hope nothing burned down. Then he let all the rest of the baloons go too. It was getting to be time to go so off we went.
We spotted several race cars on the way back south from Buttonwillow as we drove through the OC and LA and over the Grapevine. We listened to E-40 and Rammstein until we got bored of that so we sang Johnny Cash songs the rest of the way home.
THE END
It was business as usual at the shop, until about 8:30pm, when Luke asked me to look up a flight for him to San Diego that night. I asked him why the hell he suddenly had to go to San Diego and he said Dirrty Dave's sister was graduating from Cosmetology school and wanted him to go see her. Dirrty and his gf Ana had driven down earlier that day. Shit, I was down to go to San Diego, so we hauled ass over to the airport, bought tickets, and were on our way less than an hour after hearing about the graduation.
We landed in San Diego and Dirrty picked us up in the Dirrty Van and we got some food and liquor, dropped his sister off at her house in Encititas, and we and partied in the hotel room until we passed out.
Day 2: Friday
Since it was a random last minute trip, all I brought with me was my camera. First thing we did was go get me some clothes to wear. $30 at Target did the trick. Then we checked out of the hotel, picked up Dirrty's sister along with their Dad and we got some Mexican food for free, because Luke found a dog bone in his beans.
After that we headed back down to San Diego to find another hotel. Once we found one we could afford, we dropped off our stuff and headed over to Mission Beach and drank margaritas and ate nachos. Dirrty and Ana took off to go to a nice dinner and Dirrty's sister came down to hang out with me and Luke for a while. When she left, we had a business meeting in the hot tub and took shots of vodka.
After Dirrty and Ana got back, we headed out to Pacific Beach for some bar action. The girls in those bars were all stupid, but there were some cool homeless guys who yelled like pirates sitting out side a tattoo parlor. We rolled back to the hotel blasting E-40, representing NorCal beeyach. The Dirrty Van has a pretty bumpin system btw. On the way back to the hotel, I mooned these cute filipina girls in an SUV and the driver blew me a kiss.
Day 3: Saturday.
We woke up just in time to head to La Jolla for Dirrty's sister's graduation. Actually it wasn't a graduation at all. All she did was clock out for the last time while her step mom threw confetti all over the place. Then some people said some encouraging bs and we left. I swear the combined IQ of everyone in that place is about 40.
After that we headed back to the hotel to get changed for the beach, then we headed out to Pacific Beach again for lunch and shopping. Girls love shopping in girls-only stores so it was really boring for the guys. I did find a pair of sunglasses on a garbage can though, which was cool since I didn't have mine. Dirrty said he'd buy me a drink later if i hate a whole onion, so i did.
Dirrty's sister then had to go to Ocean Beach to claim a firepit for some party later on that night, so we all headed down there to hang out on the beach. We played football and volleyball, drank Goldschlager, and buried eachother in the sand. Too bad it wasn't sunny at all there.
We were kind of tired after a few hours of that, so we headed back to the hotel and watched TV for a bit.
We didn't want to go to the Pacific Beach bars again, so we drove out on Point Loma looking for a dive bar. We found one soon enough and started drinking. It was populated by some college age folks as well as a few older people. Dirrty bought me that drink he owed me since I ate the onion, and once we were drunk enough, Ana signed Luke and Me up to sing karaoke. Thanks! We sang Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet. The cute asian bartender looked 21 but she was actually 41. Wow! She wasn't as cool as the 61 year old Vietnam vet with a metal leg though. He lost his leg in a minefield. The cute asian bartender kicked him out for hitting this fat black girl on the head with giant inflatable microphone. We went outside and talked to two Navy guys who repair submarines. We made fun of Coast Guard guys who jerk each other off (Daren's ship). Then Luke tried to take the cute bartender home but he was way too drunk to make any sense.
After that we headed back to the hotel and passed out.
Day 4: Sunday.
Dirrty and Ana went to go have breakfast so I got up to go walk around while Luke stayed in bed. I found a shopping cart and pushed that back to the room and put it in Dirrty and Ana's bed. Then I put a cone on top of it. They thought that was pretty funny when they got back, so we left it there after we checked out.
We headed back up to Encititas for Dirrty's sister's "graduation" party, where we had a bbq. It was boring so Luke tied a lit cigarette to a balloon and let it go. I hope nothing burned down. Then he let all the rest of the baloons go too. It was getting to be time to go so off we went.
We spotted several race cars on the way back south from Buttonwillow as we drove through the OC and LA and over the Grapevine. We listened to E-40 and Rammstein until we got bored of that so we sang Johnny Cash songs the rest of the way home.
THE END