California
I just came back from six days in California. It was my first realy vacation in years.
On Wednesday I flew into LA. I met Greg, Tim and Sztelle at LAX and we rented out car and headed to Newport Beach.
On Thursday we went to the Tuxedo rental place, and then the beach and finally out to Dave and Busters, where I finally got to meet Krissi (Jupin’s bride-to-be).
Friday, we drove up and down the Pacific Coust Highway, which, as it turns out, is not so scenic when you drive through LA. We got to see the Los Angeles port, Long Beach and some other questionable areas of town. We also got to go to Huntington Beach, which was … well … amazing. Then we headed to the rehearsal dinner and finally home. Strangely enough, we were walking down the pier at Huntington Beach when an armored vehicled pulled up next to us and stopped. The drive opened the door and yelled to me, “Hey can you do me a favor?” I turned to him and then he yelled, “Please burn that shirt, go Buckeyes!” I was wearing a University of Michigan shirt. He was an Ohio State fan. Go figure.
Saturday we went to the beach again, and then the wedding, which was a good time.
Sunday, I dropped everyone to the airport, returned the Tuxedos, drove to San Diego and then returned my rental car. Ninad, Neha and I went out to dinner at a Mexican place in La Jolla called “Su Casa”
Monday, I read and watched TV for most of the day. Monday night, we went out to dinner at a pizza place called BJs and then out in downtown San Diego at a place called “The Yardhouse”
Tuesday, I woke up and caught a plane back to Detroit. *sigh*
