Ahoy,
A took me to Santa Barbara over spring break this past March. It was for rock climbing. We were in the mountains overlooking the city and into the ocean. It was gorgeous, to say the least. Afterwards, we pillaged for Mexican food downtown. Great success. We came back this time for the California Wine Festival in Santa Barbara. It wasn't in the mountains; we were on the beach.
Carmageddon ended up being no big deal, similar to Y2K.We fished for seafood prior to the event. The day was sunny and warm, but the sea breeze was perfect. Wine glass in hand, we charged into the drunken masses. I'm kidding. They weren't that drunk yet. Live music, wine, beer, and the occasional appetizer food item made for a glorious day. Apparently, A and his friend, L, shucked a sea of oysters. I had this gross organic, vegan cookie. Never again! By the end, the port-a-potties were out of toilet paper with a waiting line out the wazoo. Most everyone was tipsy, loud, and friendly (as far as I can remember).
We lazed on the grass for a little bit after we left. At which point a freebie took place that I will forever refer to as the lettuce incident of 2011. We had each received a grocery bag with 4 boxes of lettuce, but then A spotted them giving away the whole boxes that held the boxes. Never one to turn down free things, he decided he wanted it. The box was big enough to occupy more than half the back seat of the car, in addition to the grocery bags. All I could think about was where we were going to put all that and how it was going to get consumed. I don't even like lettuce that much.
despairingly herbivorous,
JT
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