With Mark behind the wheel, and Bender riding shotgun, it was time to head to the beach.
I took it easy and relaxed in the back seat for the ride.
When we got to OC, we all relaxed, and settled in for the weekend.
Of course the relaxing was short lived….
And we had better things to do than play in a dumpster.
A quick taxi trip later….
And I met with Jason and John.
Their new CD had just come out four days earlier, and they were out having some fun…..
At Iguana Surf.
John has been stupified by the overwhelming positive response to the album.
Check out John’s stylin’ pocket watch…..
And his pimpin’ new car!!!!!
Clark Griswold, in the flesh.
It was mating season, and Mark was in heat.
We walked a few blocks towards home….
Then decided to take a cab.
At 2am, I wasn’t in the mood to walk 90+ blocks.
The next morning Troy showed up to hang out….
And quickly figured out how to fit in by drinking.
Mark took interest in my metal detector, and was testing different types of coins and metals.
While he was doing that, I head to the ‘fridge for a new beer.
The St Patrick’s day celebration was going on that weekend…..
And we drank accordingly.
Going, going…….
Gone!!!!
While I was at the beach, Kelli and her sis were at a sex toy party.
I told Kelli not to take our personal collection, but she likes to show off.
If you close your eyes, it can be any man you want it to be.
Sisters, gotta love ’em!!!!!!!
I know you were enjoying that, but back to the men and the shots!!!!!!!
We headed out that night after a day of being bums….
And started our 15 block journey….
And while it wasn’t that cold….
It still wasn’t shorts weather yet.
So we made it to Seacrets…
And quickly noticed all the women…..
Women…..
Fights……
and more women. What, can’t see them?
They were serving shooters.
Of course, it was back to more women.
I’m guessing one man, and he thinks it’s cool.
These guys were dressed in their best green…..
And it worked in the dark, too.
The band Wicked Cricket was playing that night….
And you know I love to take pictures of bands….
So I ran around and got some good shots….
Not all from behind the stage.
Dumb, dumber,and dumbest.
The singer chic took notice of the hot photographer in the crowd.
OK, last shot of the band.
You probably want to see more pictures like this….
And this!!!!!
Slow, slower, and slowest.
On the way home we crept in the shadows past the police….
Tried to steal Guinness from a truck….
And made it home with plenty of time for more fun.
Rob was showing where he was going to get his sex change operation.
We were hungry, and they deliver until 4am.
And a short wait later, there was knock on the door…
And it was grub time!!!!
Nothing better then greasy food when you’re drunk.
Troy brought an air mattress….
And was showing it off to Rob.
Man, he sure can blow!!!!
Nah, he used a battery powered thing-a-ma-do-hicky.
The next day we got off to an early start.
Action shot of us watching TV.
Before we packed up to leave, I had to fix the sink.
But after that, it was time to head out.
On the way home, we stopped in for a quick drink in Easton…
And then it was home to Kelli’s wonderful cooking!!!!!