Spent Labor Day weekend on the west coast this year. The motivation revolved around visiting my buddy Vuctor who was getting transferred to San Diego with the Navy. I landed in LA and got picked up by him and Berto. The flight itself was an interesting one with a scandalous twist so I had plenty to talk about in the car. Without missing a beat we headed over to Forty Duece on Melrose. An interesting lil bar in Hollywood, it definitely had LA personality. They had a sweet DJ dropping fresh hip-hop most of the night but the highlight was the 3 piece jazz band and burlesque dancer that briefly broke the monotony every hour. The dancer combined sexy moves, impressive acrobatics and a cute flirtation with the band to hypnotize the audience. We had a good time loading up on drinks and meeting the locals. After leaving we swung by taco bell on our way to Berto's place in Studio City. I had a missed call and VM from Story telling me that his roommate, Paul, was going wakeboarding Saturday morning rather than Sunday. So I convinced Victor to drive down to San Diego right then. A risky proposition given we were tired and there was nothing quick about a 2 hour drive. I had been feening to try out the Amon's Air Nautique boat since my previous visit when I was nursing a sprained ankle. So I took on the chore of driving. I pulled it off but not without drawing a stop from the CHP. Still under debate as to the root cause, we were cited for a burnt out headlight. Vic seems to think that I was swerving between lanes but whatever, ;) We got in at 6am to Story's place in Pacific Beach. Vic opted out of the wakeboarding whereas I slept for an hour before heading out to the bay by Coronado Island. It was a great day of trying tantrums with coaching from Rodrigo, a cool Mexican dude that joined Paul, Mike, and I on the boat.
I still got it.
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