Another guys weekend at the beach getting started…
Now if we could just get through this traffic!!
We quickly made an assessment of our resources…
And decided we had enough to get us through the first few drinks.
They don’t call him Chelvis for nothing.
Chuck, and his weekend wave.
My fridge isn’t working properly, so I had to take a look at it.
Lucky for us, we were able to finish all the booze before it went bad.
Well, with no booze, and the hour getting late, it was time to go…..
ATB, at your service.
Walking along the boards on our way to “The Clam”.
Crown and Coke, Captain and Coke, and Crown and Coke…..in case you were wondering.
Chuck decided that 12:30 am was a good time for shrimp at our next bar, Snapper’s Saloon
Rob is laughing at the owner, Chris, in the doorway breaking up a fight.
Strike a pose there’s nothing to it, Vogue, vogue.
Let the game of cut-throat begin!!!!!
Rob makes a feeble attempt at a break.
No officer, we haven’t been drinking.
Rob was pretending that this was his car…..
But it turned out to be the owner of the bar’s car….
So we had to get our cab driver, AJ, to give us a ride home.
That’s local drunk Nate, who we had to share a cab with…Go on Nate, strike a pose.
Find Scott.
It’s not called classic cab for nothing!!!!
What would a night in OC be without…
A drunkin’ walk along the beach…..
Among other things.
I guess Chuck passed out.
A new day, and these dames are preventing spying while they go topless….
Unfortunately, it proved quite effective.
My neighbor Tom replaces his deck….
I worked on my fridge….
And Chuck and Rob drank the recently purchased booze.
Chuck, and his devil for the weekend.
Bring me my surfboard you peons, or you won’t be getting your 25 cents/hour!!!!
Actually, I was just getting a shot of the ocean, and they got in the way.
A cool picture of Rob and Chuck……
But don’t let Chuck’s pretty boy look allow you to think he’s innocent.
With more ice…..
It’s time to drink again. Also, find Scott.
Yes, yes it is….
But that didn’t stop us from drinking there.
There’s that pretty-boy look I was talking about.
Our bartender, like many people in my pictures, says hello with one finger.
For those of you who care, Rob was on my left, Chuck, my right. I left the shutter open 8 seconds with an f-stop of 8. I then held the top part of the frame on rob for 4 seconds, and the bottm part on Chuck for the other 4.
The stickers on the side indicate how many people have thrown up there.
Natty Boh, we all USED to think it was good. (no, it is not good beer…did you hear me, I said NO IT IS NOT GOOD BEER)
Just in case he wanted more than my money.
The fact that they have to specify “No Wife-beater T-Shirts” shows you the kind of traffic they get at the Paddock.
The sign said RUSH, so he did.
A long time friend of Chuck’s met up with us for some drinks.
Now that is how I like to see my bartenders dressed!!!!
Sometimes, I just shoot pictures and have no idea what I’m going to get.
Hint – The dame on the left is not the subject of this picture.
Local band Mr. GreenJeans.
Your standard Bachelorette party arriving as we were leaving.
She was ready to forget about her fiance for a night!!!
Mmmmmmmm, doughnuts.
Walking home on the boards, this dame was throwing food at us. So we stopped and had a bite to eat.
We left Chuck at the club with his friends, and he arrived later.
“So then the third ugly chic came over, and I finally gave in and said sure!!!”
The next morning, and it looks like the women have already left…..
So it was time for a litlle hair of the dog.
Chuck got one more game in…..
Then pretended he was a chick…..
So we could all go home. One more thing before we go….Chuck, can I borrow your lighter?