Thanksgiving Break: Day 2

Friday rolled around without too much lingering hangoverness from the night before. While not the lightest day in the schedule, Saturday claims that title, we certainly took it easy with the tourism/driving around seeing stuff, but I certainly wouldn’t call the day a bust at all.

We started out the day by driving down to Malibu to check out Pepperdine University and the happenings in Malibu. We showed Deidre how exciting it is to drive on the 101, an experience she wasn’t quite ready for, and also what it is like to travel through canyons where you can potentially die in a mudslide at any given moment. The Pepperdine tour was brief, but we did check out the alumni field, a potential spot for the upcoming wedding (plans have since been made that do not include said field). After driving around the horseshoe shaped campus, we hoped on to the PCH and drove up to Zuma beach, one of the more popular beaches, at least during the summer time. This particular Friday, however, we found the beach mostly empty; there were a few surfers pretending to surf, but for the most part, the beach was void of human activity. We hung out on the beach for a few hours; Megan caught up on some of her homework, I finished the book I was working on, and Deidre danced around the beach and didn’t really sit still for the majority of the time we were there.

We left pretty late in the afternoon, about the time we were getting hungry-ish. Megan and I suggested In-n-Out burger for our guest, as she has never had its delightful cuisine. Personally, I think In-n-Out is highly overrated, but it’s something everyone should experience at least once while they visit the lovely state of California. She got some stickers out of the deal and probably some indigestion/heartburn, but at least she can say she had real California food.

Shortly after lunch, we headed off to pick up Richard so we could go to Santa Monica to do some drinking. We ate at P.F. Chang’s, always a treat, and had a delightful discussion about how much snowboarding sucks and skiing rules. On our way to the club after dinner, we stopped in some clothing stores because Deidre wanted a jacket. While we were walking down the street, we saw a crazy man “preaching” the “gospel,” i.e. he was being a hateful bastard and twisting what is actually in the Bible in to some stupid ass hateful… thing. I stopped listening right about the time he started hating on the Muslims; something I thought was pretty retarded in light of all the shit going on in the world.

The club was okay at best. Those of you that know me know that I hate loud and dark places and this club was exactly that. The $10 cover was bullshit since the establishment was crappy, but the beer prices weren’t all that bad. We were there longer than I would have liked, but we drank and played pool and tried to make the best of it. Deidre was hit on by some Hispanic guy: he walked up to her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out on to the dance floor. She said he was a good dancer up until he picked her up off of the floor, but apparently that was enough for her to be done with the whole thing. She ended the night by giving money to a homeless guy; a total rookie mistake, but we’ll forgive her because she’s not from around here.