The Last Post
So the trip is offically over. Pete headed for his final destination, San Diego CA, this morning. Before getting all sentimental, one final recap of the night before is in order. We spent 8 hours (5 -1am) on the porch of Barney's Beanery, basically an eight hour work day on the porch drinking pitchers of beer. We never moved and had a few different groups of people to party with as the day AND night went along. Highlights included Pete buying everyone a shot and everyone taking their shot except Matt who poured it into an empty pitcher where Pete found it a half an hour later and yelled, Jessica/Justine reappearing with her friends at which point we discovered Pete and Brendan were in diapers when they went to their first concert, and everyone coming to realization that drinking for eight consecutive hours is actually harder than the average work day. We all made it Black Out City and we had plenty of passengers for the HOV lane so we got there in a hurry.
This was really a great trip. From Chicago Meg and drinking on the top of the Hancock Tower to fly fishing and rafting with Ed in Jackon, WY to Sunset Blvd LA with Matt, we had a great time at all the stops and saw/met some great people. Thank you everyone that took us in, you made the trip that much better and that much cheaper. So now on to the Top Five Moments of the Great Cross Country Adventure:
5. Meeting "Kerri" in a random bar in Chicago, only to have her both befriend Pete and try to run him over with her car, all in the same night. Only Pete...."But my friends gotta come with us."
4. 2 hours in to the trip having both the engine light come on and Pete's e-brake cut lose, sending the car down the steep driveway and into the middle of a cul-de-sac, the Whip was good to us.
3. Getting stranded in the Salt Flats of Utah. Thanks to Pete's "lifeguard training" he was able to identify his dehydration and complain about it for the 120 miles until the first gas station.
2. Any of the times we entered a random gas station with basketball jerseys, backwards hats, and mesh shorts and mingled with the natives. "Samuari Swords huh, they a big seller?" "What exactly you boys have on the top of your car? Those are surf boards sir." Brendan to Pete after leaving one restroom, 'Its always comforting to be at a random gas station bathroom next to a 300 pound man with a large hunting knife attached to his belt..... Can we go?".
1. Getting Pete to SD somewhat hungover but in one piece to begin life on the West Coast.
Over 4000 miles
16 days
13 states
8 different cities
2 buddies
1 great fuckin road trip.
Thanks for Reading.....
Pete and B
P.S. The pictures will be up on the site when Brendan finally makes it home to Quincy MA so take a look in a couple of days for a good take on the San Francisco and LA stops.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Day 15
The Saddle Ranch
Our first experience of the LA night scene was memorable. Couple blocks from Matt's apartment is a bar/restaurant called the Saddle Ranch. Good food, good drinks, and a mechanical bull. It is unfortunate Pete didn't ride the bull but he did other stupid things that made up fo it. The Saddle Ranch has these beer tubes you can get that are 4 liters of beer with a tap at the end. Makes it a little too easy to get a beer. 5 hours and 4 tubes later everyone at the table was a candidate for the bull. The manager for some reason, I think Pete was winking at him, took a liking to us and kept sending his girlfriends over to our table. One, we'll call her Jessica, as always, took a liking to Pete. Jessica was 30 years old, she sold used furniture, and has cats. She was just enamered by Pete's ability to converse (keep in mind the four tubes) Pete: I've had this watch....great watch. I have had it for 3.5 years....now that tells you something. The pictures give a better view on the ridiculousness (Matt doesn't have wireless so the pics can't be uploaded yet). It should also be noted that as this blog is being typed Pete is Nairing his back because we all made fun of him at the beach today.
So yeah we got up and went to the beach. Santa Monica Pier. Not much happened except a lot of making fun of Pete, mostly just refering to him as Patch hair Adams.
This blog would be a whole lot longer if I was able to write everything that happened at The Saddle Ranch. Wait for individual stories, just straight ridiculousness. Pete is still Nairing and now singing "Im bringing Sexy Back". We are heading out to watch the Sox game. Apparently Jessica is coming as she has been texting Pete like a schoolgirl. Just another city, the last, on the great cross country adventure.
Song of the Day: Sad to admit, but Weezer Beverly Hills as we drove through BH, we were those people.
Moment of the Day: Has to be told in person but it involves Pete, like everything else on this trip.
Pete and B
Our first experience of the LA night scene was memorable. Couple blocks from Matt's apartment is a bar/restaurant called the Saddle Ranch. Good food, good drinks, and a mechanical bull. It is unfortunate Pete didn't ride the bull but he did other stupid things that made up fo it. The Saddle Ranch has these beer tubes you can get that are 4 liters of beer with a tap at the end. Makes it a little too easy to get a beer. 5 hours and 4 tubes later everyone at the table was a candidate for the bull. The manager for some reason, I think Pete was winking at him, took a liking to us and kept sending his girlfriends over to our table. One, we'll call her Jessica, as always, took a liking to Pete. Jessica was 30 years old, she sold used furniture, and has cats. She was just enamered by Pete's ability to converse (keep in mind the four tubes) Pete: I've had this watch....great watch. I have had it for 3.5 years....now that tells you something. The pictures give a better view on the ridiculousness (Matt doesn't have wireless so the pics can't be uploaded yet). It should also be noted that as this blog is being typed Pete is Nairing his back because we all made fun of him at the beach today.
So yeah we got up and went to the beach. Santa Monica Pier. Not much happened except a lot of making fun of Pete, mostly just refering to him as Patch hair Adams.
This blog would be a whole lot longer if I was able to write everything that happened at The Saddle Ranch. Wait for individual stories, just straight ridiculousness. Pete is still Nairing and now singing "Im bringing Sexy Back". We are heading out to watch the Sox game. Apparently Jessica is coming as she has been texting Pete like a schoolgirl. Just another city, the last, on the great cross country adventure.
Song of the Day: Sad to admit, but Weezer Beverly Hills as we drove through BH, we were those people.
Moment of the Day: Has to be told in person but it involves Pete, like everything else on this trip.
Pete and B
Friday, May 25, 2007
Day 14
The Land of Beautiful People
We left Uncle Mud and Aunt Candice in half Moon Bay yesterday morning for the final stop of the trip, LA. Brendan's brother Matt lives in West Hollywood, just passed The Seventh Vail (The dance establishment Kevin Dillon's Name appears above in the opening of Entourage), nice little neighborhood.
The trip to LA was interesting. Pete wanted to take the scenic/romantic route down the Pacific Coast Highway. It looked like a nice little drive on the map, however, it turned out to be a rollercoaster ride through the cliffs. Just one S turn after another coupled with Pete driving like Mario Andretti and Brendan peering over the side wondering if this is the S turn Pete is going to flip the Whip and end the trip altogether. Brendan started getting tha pale "This isn't going to just be Vitamin Water" look so Pete cooled it on the hairpin turns and we made it off the Cannonball in alittle over 2 hours. We hopped on the 101 (from the OC theme song) and made it into Hollywood in good time.
We hung out last night drank some beers and went to bed drunk for the first time this trip. Matt's roomate Kate took us on a great tour of Hollywood/Beverly Hills, etc. today. Brendan spent most of the trip hanging out the window snapping pictures of street signs and Pete was busy pointing out all the places Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohen, the Hill, etc. all hangout. (Notice Pete was doing the pointing out) Hollyhood is an interesting city, definatley not a tourist town, but there is some cool stuff to see, like where Vince buys Jonny Drama and Turtle their watches on Rodeo Drive. Lots of palm trees, lots of really attractive women, all in the land of beautiful people. We are heading out tonight to some place called the Saddle Ranch where Pete will most likely ride the mechanical bull. There will be pictures.
Quote of the Day: "Where is LC, Im probably gonna get arrested for trying to tackle her in public" - Pete (LC is a girl from the MTV show the Hills who Pete has been talking about since Iowa)
Song of the Day: The 10 Outkast songs brendan played on the way to LA. Pete: You play one more Outkast song and I will stab you in the jaw.
Our road unfortunatley is coming to an end......stay tuned
Pete and B
We left Uncle Mud and Aunt Candice in half Moon Bay yesterday morning for the final stop of the trip, LA. Brendan's brother Matt lives in West Hollywood, just passed The Seventh Vail (The dance establishment Kevin Dillon's Name appears above in the opening of Entourage), nice little neighborhood.
The trip to LA was interesting. Pete wanted to take the scenic/romantic route down the Pacific Coast Highway. It looked like a nice little drive on the map, however, it turned out to be a rollercoaster ride through the cliffs. Just one S turn after another coupled with Pete driving like Mario Andretti and Brendan peering over the side wondering if this is the S turn Pete is going to flip the Whip and end the trip altogether. Brendan started getting tha pale "This isn't going to just be Vitamin Water" look so Pete cooled it on the hairpin turns and we made it off the Cannonball in alittle over 2 hours. We hopped on the 101 (from the OC theme song) and made it into Hollywood in good time.
We hung out last night drank some beers and went to bed drunk for the first time this trip. Matt's roomate Kate took us on a great tour of Hollywood/Beverly Hills, etc. today. Brendan spent most of the trip hanging out the window snapping pictures of street signs and Pete was busy pointing out all the places Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohen, the Hill, etc. all hangout. (Notice Pete was doing the pointing out) Hollyhood is an interesting city, definatley not a tourist town, but there is some cool stuff to see, like where Vince buys Jonny Drama and Turtle their watches on Rodeo Drive. Lots of palm trees, lots of really attractive women, all in the land of beautiful people. We are heading out tonight to some place called the Saddle Ranch where Pete will most likely ride the mechanical bull. There will be pictures.
Quote of the Day: "Where is LC, Im probably gonna get arrested for trying to tackle her in public" - Pete (LC is a girl from the MTV show the Hills who Pete has been talking about since Iowa)
Song of the Day: The 10 Outkast songs brendan played on the way to LA. Pete: You play one more Outkast song and I will stab you in the jaw.
Our road unfortunatley is coming to an end......stay tuned
Pete and B
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Day 13
Toughest Day of the Trip
Today was grueling. Uncle Mud got us up at 930 because he had prepared a full pancake breakfast. After that we went down to the beach to check the waves, Brendan's feeling was they were not good cuts to be surfing, Pete concurred so we head up to Pacifica. Pacifica is about 30 minutes north of half Moon Bay. The photos are up in Album III of our trip through there. The views were unbelievable.
This is a good time to review the photo situation. I am not pointing any fingers but it seems we are only getting calls from the Sylvester family about problems with the photos. Again not pointing fingers. So we made it easier. On the right side of the Blog there are now links labeled Album I, II, etc. Click on those and enter the email petesylvester@gmail.com and the password is redsox. LA will eventually be album IV and then to our dismay the trip will have concluded.
After the drive up and back from Pacifica, Aunt Candice took us to the Ritz Carlton- Half Moon bay for some relaxation by the pool/jaccuzzi/sauna/etc. We have been hard at work making our way across country so it was much need as well as much appreciated. We then went to the Ritz bar for some Mojitos. Again, Tough day.
We are sitting in front of the TV for the rest of the night with a break to eat some more of Uncle Mud's delicious cooking. Tommorrow, it is down to LA to party with B's brother Matt for a couple of days. It is the last leg of the trip so hopefully some crazy things, short of getting caught in a salt desert, will happen to finish of the drive. LA will be a good time and it is guaranteed Pete will do something entertaining/stupid for us to share.
Pete and B
Today was grueling. Uncle Mud got us up at 930 because he had prepared a full pancake breakfast. After that we went down to the beach to check the waves, Brendan's feeling was they were not good cuts to be surfing, Pete concurred so we head up to Pacifica. Pacifica is about 30 minutes north of half Moon Bay. The photos are up in Album III of our trip through there. The views were unbelievable.
This is a good time to review the photo situation. I am not pointing any fingers but it seems we are only getting calls from the Sylvester family about problems with the photos. Again not pointing fingers. So we made it easier. On the right side of the Blog there are now links labeled Album I, II, etc. Click on those and enter the email petesylvester@gmail.com and the password is redsox. LA will eventually be album IV and then to our dismay the trip will have concluded.
After the drive up and back from Pacifica, Aunt Candice took us to the Ritz Carlton- Half Moon bay for some relaxation by the pool/jaccuzzi/sauna/etc. We have been hard at work making our way across country so it was much need as well as much appreciated. We then went to the Ritz bar for some Mojitos. Again, Tough day.
We are sitting in front of the TV for the rest of the night with a break to eat some more of Uncle Mud's delicious cooking. Tommorrow, it is down to LA to party with B's brother Matt for a couple of days. It is the last leg of the trip so hopefully some crazy things, short of getting caught in a salt desert, will happen to finish of the drive. LA will be a good time and it is guaranteed Pete will do something entertaining/stupid for us to share.
Pete and B
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Day 12
City By the Bay
After a delicious egg breakfast prepared by Uncle Mud, we headed for downtown San Francisco. First stop was the Rock (Alcatrez). Getting to the Pier where the tour company/boat is located was a journey. San Francisco has the worst/most confusing public transportation system we have ever experienced. We ended up in the middle of the city 20 blocks from the pier. Luckily there was a cable car coming to get us up over the hill toward the bay. This ended up working out as it gave us time to each do a Tanner Family pose on the SF cable cars. Finally we reached Pier 33 and for the bargain price of 21.75 (when the sun goes down this jumps to 30.00), we were shuttled across San Francisco Bay to the Prison at Alcatraz. Brendan at least 20 times did his Sean Connery, "Welcome to the Rock" bit on the boat over, on the island, and on the boat back. The island is impressive but at the same time completely falling apart. The highlight is the cellhouse which held the likes of Whitey Bulger, Al Capone, and The Birdman (a mass murderer, Brendan liked the name). You take kind of a self guided audio tour through the house and it tells you all kinds of stories. The funniest part of the audio tour was when we couldn't get our audio players in sync so Brendan was constantly lagging behind Pete and taking wrong turns, angering patient Pete. When we were leaving the cell house, Pete thought he saw John Mason and Dr. Stanley Goodspeed running along the south side of the island and feared for a split second we were gonna be napalmed. False alarm though, everything was fine.
After Alcatraz and some lunch we made our way to Buena Vista, the birth place of the Irish Coffee in America (1952). Hands down the best Irish Coffee either one of us has ever had. We wanted to have seconds but held back because we had to get back on the public transportation. Even without a second helping of Irish Whiskey it was entirely possible we could end up in Oakland. With some luck and a little help from the locals, we made it to AT&T Ballpark for the Giants vs. Astros, and more importantly Barry Bonds.
The Giants Ballpark is right on the bay, gorgeous views. Tonight wasn't a good night for Bonds, no homeruns and the only thing he broke was the scoreboard behind homeplate with a foul ball. We were lucky we didn't get any beers off the head during his at bats as Brendan was not shy in yelling things like "Juicer" or "Give us a Roid Rage, Barry". Giants won 4-2. Great Ballpark, also the cleanest ballpark we have ever seen.
San Francisco is a great city. They have mastered the trolley/cable car scene but entirely dropped the ball on the high speed underground transit system. Pete: "Pretty sure a blind person was head architect of this shitshow"
Song of the Day: Theme song from "The Rock".
Quote of the Day: "Sweet Alcatraz Tour. I hope half way through 8 Marines don't seize the island and leave us in the cells to be napalmed. That would suck." - Pete
This blog was heavily saturated with "The Rock" references. If you haven't seen the movie we apologize but after the day we had it was a must. "Im only borrowing your humvee".
Tommorow will be a relaxing day in Half Moon Bay. More delicious food from Aunt Candice and Uncle Mud. Life is good.
Pete and B
After a delicious egg breakfast prepared by Uncle Mud, we headed for downtown San Francisco. First stop was the Rock (Alcatrez). Getting to the Pier where the tour company/boat is located was a journey. San Francisco has the worst/most confusing public transportation system we have ever experienced. We ended up in the middle of the city 20 blocks from the pier. Luckily there was a cable car coming to get us up over the hill toward the bay. This ended up working out as it gave us time to each do a Tanner Family pose on the SF cable cars. Finally we reached Pier 33 and for the bargain price of 21.75 (when the sun goes down this jumps to 30.00), we were shuttled across San Francisco Bay to the Prison at Alcatraz. Brendan at least 20 times did his Sean Connery, "Welcome to the Rock" bit on the boat over, on the island, and on the boat back. The island is impressive but at the same time completely falling apart. The highlight is the cellhouse which held the likes of Whitey Bulger, Al Capone, and The Birdman (a mass murderer, Brendan liked the name). You take kind of a self guided audio tour through the house and it tells you all kinds of stories. The funniest part of the audio tour was when we couldn't get our audio players in sync so Brendan was constantly lagging behind Pete and taking wrong turns, angering patient Pete. When we were leaving the cell house, Pete thought he saw John Mason and Dr. Stanley Goodspeed running along the south side of the island and feared for a split second we were gonna be napalmed. False alarm though, everything was fine.
After Alcatraz and some lunch we made our way to Buena Vista, the birth place of the Irish Coffee in America (1952). Hands down the best Irish Coffee either one of us has ever had. We wanted to have seconds but held back because we had to get back on the public transportation. Even without a second helping of Irish Whiskey it was entirely possible we could end up in Oakland. With some luck and a little help from the locals, we made it to AT&T Ballpark for the Giants vs. Astros, and more importantly Barry Bonds.
The Giants Ballpark is right on the bay, gorgeous views. Tonight wasn't a good night for Bonds, no homeruns and the only thing he broke was the scoreboard behind homeplate with a foul ball. We were lucky we didn't get any beers off the head during his at bats as Brendan was not shy in yelling things like "Juicer" or "Give us a Roid Rage, Barry". Giants won 4-2. Great Ballpark, also the cleanest ballpark we have ever seen.
San Francisco is a great city. They have mastered the trolley/cable car scene but entirely dropped the ball on the high speed underground transit system. Pete: "Pretty sure a blind person was head architect of this shitshow"
Song of the Day: Theme song from "The Rock".
Quote of the Day: "Sweet Alcatraz Tour. I hope half way through 8 Marines don't seize the island and leave us in the cells to be napalmed. That would suck." - Pete
This blog was heavily saturated with "The Rock" references. If you haven't seen the movie we apologize but after the day we had it was a must. "Im only borrowing your humvee".
Tommorow will be a relaxing day in Half Moon Bay. More delicious food from Aunt Candice and Uncle Mud. Life is good.
Pete and B
Monday, May 21, 2007
Day 11
Pass the Salt
Outdoorman Ed deserves another quick shout out for our time in Jackson, WY. Good times. Thanks Again (Jeannelle too)!
Leaving Jackson it was decided we would not make it to Lake Tahoe, CA before one or both of us passed out so we settled on Reno, NV. Reno was a story in and of itself, however, the trip went south, literally, well before then. About 45 minutes from Jackson, the following exchange took place: Pete: "What do we think about swinging by Salt Lake City?" Brendan: "I think Salt Lake is a great idea." On the map it "appeared" the trip through Salt Lake was equidistant to the route AAA set out through Idaho. This however, ended up not being the case at all and 5 hours to the south later we still were not in Salt Lake. We bailed on the Morman capital and hopped back on I-80 west. Things got interesting when the Interstate dumped us into the Utah Salt Flats (Bonneville Salt Flats- where they race cars with jet engines... watch the Discovery Channel). For those who have never had the pleasure, the salt flats are similar to a desert, except instead of sand there is just salt as far as the eye can see. The temperature at this point was hovering around 95 degrees and once you hit the flat there are no exits for around 120 miles. Also, the Audi has no AC (beat salad). Little hot. Brendan: "Pete, grab me a water in the cooler" Pete: "Yup, no water in the cooler." 25 minutes later.... Pete: "B, I remember from my lifeguard training, signs of dehydration include inablity to sweat, dry mouth, lightheadedness. B I'm experiencing all of these." No need to worry, we made it out of the flats, got Pete some water and a Valium, and headed on through Nevada.
There is literally nothing in Nevada. Aside from the few casinos scattered around it is just another useless state. Even the gas stations are filled with slot machines and extremely sketchy people. Mostly it is overwight men and women who look like they smoked 45,000 packs of cigarettes yesterday. Jean shorts, mullets, and white hightops just made their way here. Then there was Reno.
After around 12 hours of driving we made our way into Reno. We settled on the Silver City Hotel and Casino (The $35.99/night place from the previous blog.) This place was classic and words just wouldn't do it justice. Just imagine the oldest, dingiest, rundown hotel/casino and you will come well short of the Silver City Hotel. But we got coupons for free beers at the casino so we were happy. The casino scene was something. Tons of very old women looking like that had smoked 80,000 packs of cigaretts yesterday glued to slot machines just ripping butts. We sat in the bamboo lounge and listened to some band cover one cheesy song after another. Pete got hit on by a woman who easily could have been 45 years old. She was no "Kerri" but then again who is. After a few more beers and unsuccesful attempts at gamblin, we decided to head for bed.
Brendan: "One f@#$ing pillow, what hotel gives you one pillow?"......The Silver City Hotel and Casino
Song of the Day: Whatever song was on the radio when we made our way out of the flats.
Quote of the Day: "Its 95 degrees, you have no A/C, and I am surrounded by salt. This is the WORST place I have ever been" - Brendan
We have been enjoying the great cooking and hospitality of Aunt Candice and Uncle Mudd in Half Moon Bay, CA and will be touring the City by the Bay tommorow.
*Chicago-Meg, do we need a mustache???
NEW Pictures are posted from Wyoming..take a Look Under Album II
Pete and B
Outdoorman Ed deserves another quick shout out for our time in Jackson, WY. Good times. Thanks Again (Jeannelle too)!
Leaving Jackson it was decided we would not make it to Lake Tahoe, CA before one or both of us passed out so we settled on Reno, NV. Reno was a story in and of itself, however, the trip went south, literally, well before then. About 45 minutes from Jackson, the following exchange took place: Pete: "What do we think about swinging by Salt Lake City?" Brendan: "I think Salt Lake is a great idea." On the map it "appeared" the trip through Salt Lake was equidistant to the route AAA set out through Idaho. This however, ended up not being the case at all and 5 hours to the south later we still were not in Salt Lake. We bailed on the Morman capital and hopped back on I-80 west. Things got interesting when the Interstate dumped us into the Utah Salt Flats (Bonneville Salt Flats- where they race cars with jet engines... watch the Discovery Channel). For those who have never had the pleasure, the salt flats are similar to a desert, except instead of sand there is just salt as far as the eye can see. The temperature at this point was hovering around 95 degrees and once you hit the flat there are no exits for around 120 miles. Also, the Audi has no AC (beat salad). Little hot. Brendan: "Pete, grab me a water in the cooler" Pete: "Yup, no water in the cooler." 25 minutes later.... Pete: "B, I remember from my lifeguard training, signs of dehydration include inablity to sweat, dry mouth, lightheadedness. B I'm experiencing all of these." No need to worry, we made it out of the flats, got Pete some water and a Valium, and headed on through Nevada.
There is literally nothing in Nevada. Aside from the few casinos scattered around it is just another useless state. Even the gas stations are filled with slot machines and extremely sketchy people. Mostly it is overwight men and women who look like they smoked 45,000 packs of cigarettes yesterday. Jean shorts, mullets, and white hightops just made their way here. Then there was Reno.
After around 12 hours of driving we made our way into Reno. We settled on the Silver City Hotel and Casino (The $35.99/night place from the previous blog.) This place was classic and words just wouldn't do it justice. Just imagine the oldest, dingiest, rundown hotel/casino and you will come well short of the Silver City Hotel. But we got coupons for free beers at the casino so we were happy. The casino scene was something. Tons of very old women looking like that had smoked 80,000 packs of cigaretts yesterday glued to slot machines just ripping butts. We sat in the bamboo lounge and listened to some band cover one cheesy song after another. Pete got hit on by a woman who easily could have been 45 years old. She was no "Kerri" but then again who is. After a few more beers and unsuccesful attempts at gamblin, we decided to head for bed.
Brendan: "One f@#$ing pillow, what hotel gives you one pillow?"......The Silver City Hotel and Casino
Song of the Day: Whatever song was on the radio when we made our way out of the flats.
Quote of the Day: "Its 95 degrees, you have no A/C, and I am surrounded by salt. This is the WORST place I have ever been" - Brendan
We have been enjoying the great cooking and hospitality of Aunt Candice and Uncle Mudd in Half Moon Bay, CA and will be touring the City by the Bay tommorow.
*Chicago-Meg, do we need a mustache???
NEW Pictures are posted from Wyoming..take a Look Under Album II
Pete and B
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Day 10
The Worst Day Ever...
Sitting in a $35.99/night hotel/casino in Reno, Neveda. No internet access. Worst day ever (more details to come tomorrow).
Happy Monday
- Pete & B
Sitting in a $35.99/night hotel/casino in Reno, Neveda. No internet access. Worst day ever (more details to come tomorrow).
Happy Monday
- Pete & B
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Day 9
A Day of Straight Adventure in The Hole
In Jackson Hole, there is no bellying up to the bar for the day or wandering around to see the sights. Ed told us to be ready by 10am for whitewater rafting and other activities. Sure enough, Ed pulled up around 11:30 (it was too cold to raft before then) with a whitewater raft straped to the back of his Jeep. Apparently picking up a whitewater raft, paddles, life jackets, and a trailer is standard procedure in these parts. We drove about an hours to the drop point on the Snake River for some Wyoming rafting.
The temperature of the water at the drop point was approximately 39 degrees. With Ed as our master wrafter, Pete, Brendan, Trish, and Jeannelle embarked down the Snake River. Chowda heads Pete and Brendan were up front rocking the boat trying to get some waves goin. The sea, or river, was angry my friends this day and we hit some strong rapids as we made our way down. We hit the two major rapids, Big Kahuna and The Lunch Counter, with no one being bounced from the boat. The next stop was the cliff where you can jump about 25-20 feet into the current. Ed made it up no problem, Brendan for the life of him couldn't make it up the cliff, and Pete eventually made it up for the jump. Brendan manned the throw rope and fished Ed and Pete out of the water after their jumps, very cool and we have pictures. This may have seemed like a full day, however, we were not done. We got the boat out of the water and back in the Jeep, Ed: "Hey you guys wanna go hiking?" We look at each other with a single response, "When in the Hole..."
Being in Jackson Hole is just straight up outdoor activities. We took the Jeep through the Elk Refuge (have to see the pictures, insane) and up to a hiking point through Curtis Canyon. The road up to the hike was 8-10 miles of dirt road 4x4ing, bouncing/zig-zaging our way a couple thousand feet over the valley. The hiking group is Pete, Brendan, Jeannelle, and Ed with Reegen (the dog, a Puggle: Pug/Beagle). About 20 minutes into the hike Reegen takes off way off the trail and into the wild. Jeannelle takes off after Reegen, Ed takes off after Jeannelle, and Pete and Brendan are left on the trail yelling for Jeannelle, Ed and Reegen. Reegan is found... 20 minutes later. The consensus is Reegen (who weighs all of 30 pounds) smelled Grizzly Bear, went after it and scared it away only to get lost off the side of the mountain. After this whole ordeal Brendan and Pete are sucking some serious wind as the group continued up the mountain. The goal of the hike is to find the Goodman Lake for some fly fishing. We come up over a small pass and see/hear a small river:
Pete: "Ahh a river, I have discovered a river. We will name it The River Pete."
Ed: "Why not just Pete's River?"
Pete: "It will be The River Pete, sounds more majestic, trust me."
At this point however, it is 730, we are no where near a lake, Brendan needs an oxygen tank, there is no river in sight, and the snow (yes snow) is getting deeper. We decide to turn back and make our way back for sunset over the Tetons.
Quote of the Day: Getting ready for the hike, Ed: "Should I bring by BEAR repelant spray?"
Brendan: "Ahh we going to to need that, Ed?" (Expecting an immeditate negative)
Ed: "Not sure, think we'll pack it to be safe". Brendan's facial reaction too much to describe.
Song of the Day: "Kyrie" by Mr. Mister (look it up, its worth it)
When in The Hole... It was a very long day.
Pete and B
In Jackson Hole, there is no bellying up to the bar for the day or wandering around to see the sights. Ed told us to be ready by 10am for whitewater rafting and other activities. Sure enough, Ed pulled up around 11:30 (it was too cold to raft before then) with a whitewater raft straped to the back of his Jeep. Apparently picking up a whitewater raft, paddles, life jackets, and a trailer is standard procedure in these parts. We drove about an hours to the drop point on the Snake River for some Wyoming rafting.
The temperature of the water at the drop point was approximately 39 degrees. With Ed as our master wrafter, Pete, Brendan, Trish, and Jeannelle embarked down the Snake River. Chowda heads Pete and Brendan were up front rocking the boat trying to get some waves goin. The sea, or river, was angry my friends this day and we hit some strong rapids as we made our way down. We hit the two major rapids, Big Kahuna and The Lunch Counter, with no one being bounced from the boat. The next stop was the cliff where you can jump about 25-20 feet into the current. Ed made it up no problem, Brendan for the life of him couldn't make it up the cliff, and Pete eventually made it up for the jump. Brendan manned the throw rope and fished Ed and Pete out of the water after their jumps, very cool and we have pictures. This may have seemed like a full day, however, we were not done. We got the boat out of the water and back in the Jeep, Ed: "Hey you guys wanna go hiking?" We look at each other with a single response, "When in the Hole..."
Being in Jackson Hole is just straight up outdoor activities. We took the Jeep through the Elk Refuge (have to see the pictures, insane) and up to a hiking point through Curtis Canyon. The road up to the hike was 8-10 miles of dirt road 4x4ing, bouncing/zig-zaging our way a couple thousand feet over the valley. The hiking group is Pete, Brendan, Jeannelle, and Ed with Reegen (the dog, a Puggle: Pug/Beagle). About 20 minutes into the hike Reegen takes off way off the trail and into the wild. Jeannelle takes off after Reegen, Ed takes off after Jeannelle, and Pete and Brendan are left on the trail yelling for Jeannelle, Ed and Reegen. Reegan is found... 20 minutes later. The consensus is Reegen (who weighs all of 30 pounds) smelled Grizzly Bear, went after it and scared it away only to get lost off the side of the mountain. After this whole ordeal Brendan and Pete are sucking some serious wind as the group continued up the mountain. The goal of the hike is to find the Goodman Lake for some fly fishing. We come up over a small pass and see/hear a small river:
Pete: "Ahh a river, I have discovered a river. We will name it The River Pete."
Ed: "Why not just Pete's River?"
Pete: "It will be The River Pete, sounds more majestic, trust me."
At this point however, it is 730, we are no where near a lake, Brendan needs an oxygen tank, there is no river in sight, and the snow (yes snow) is getting deeper. We decide to turn back and make our way back for sunset over the Tetons.
Quote of the Day: Getting ready for the hike, Ed: "Should I bring by BEAR repelant spray?"
Brendan: "Ahh we going to to need that, Ed?" (Expecting an immeditate negative)
Ed: "Not sure, think we'll pack it to be safe". Brendan's facial reaction too much to describe.
Song of the Day: "Kyrie" by Mr. Mister (look it up, its worth it)
When in The Hole... It was a very long day.
Pete and B
Friday, May 18, 2007
Day 7.5 (Drunk)
When in The Hole...
1.) Beers are legal in the cab
2.) Cabbies take you to the ATM
3.) The bar has no problem with you drinking/finishing the road sodas (that you brought in the cab) outside the bar
4.) We are licensed fishermen (Brendan Pitts and Pete Sylvester are licensed to fly fish in the state of Idaho)
5.) 4 white people playing the banjo, chello, acoustic guitar, and violin played "Gin & Juice" in a bar full of 200 white people wearing The North Face, Patagonia, etc.
PIctures are located in the left column now. click on the link "Kodak Picture Site". Enter the email: petesylvester@gmail.com and the password is redsox.
Goodnight... Rafting in the morning
1.) Beers are legal in the cab
2.) Cabbies take you to the ATM
3.) The bar has no problem with you drinking/finishing the road sodas (that you brought in the cab) outside the bar
4.) We are licensed fishermen (Brendan Pitts and Pete Sylvester are licensed to fly fish in the state of Idaho)
5.) 4 white people playing the banjo, chello, acoustic guitar, and violin played "Gin & Juice" in a bar full of 200 white people wearing The North Face, Patagonia, etc.
PIctures are located in the left column now. click on the link "Kodak Picture Site". Enter the email: petesylvester@gmail.com and the password is redsox.
Goodnight... Rafting in the morning
Day 7
Licensed Fly Fishermen
Pete and Brendan are now licensed fly fishermen in the great state of Idaho. More on that later.
Jackson Hole is God's country. Everywhere you turn is a ridiculous view of the mountains and valleys and every building is made of Lincoln Logs. We got up early this morning (10:30) NOT HUNGOVER, and took a drive up to see the Grand Tetons. Pete and B have now figured out the picture situation (see side of blog: 5/19... hopefully) so you can share in the view of this beautiful mountain range. Another cool part of the area we drove through was the National Elk Refuge. Thousands of elk, moose, mountain lions, trouser snakes, unicorns, etc. all migrate to this range during the winter. Since it is almost June we didn't see a single moving object but the view was amazing.
After the romantic drive, we met up with Pete's brother Ed. It should be noted that Ed is some kind of financial analyst, but came out of his office (also a building made of Lincoln Logs) in flip flops, cargo shorts, and a tee. It wasn't casual Friday, just Jackson Hole, WY. We packed up Ed's Jeep with the fly fishing gear and headed for the South Forth of the Snake River in Idaho, of course stopping off to get Pete and Brendan licensed to fish these great waters. However, we were only licensed until midnight so we had to make it count.
To get to the South Fork, you have to go through "The Pass" through the Grand Tetons (8,800 ft. high). It is a long winding road with severe drop offs along which they only build a guardrail a year ago. The South Fork is about an hour drive from Jackson Hole. The boat went in the water at the Palasades Dam (Big dam, very big). The picture at this point is Pete and I whipping fly fishing rods back and forth to "warm up" while Ed is working is ass off the get everything rigged and into the water. Ed is a master fly fishing guide, especially given the two chowda heads he was guiding on this excursion. The sea was angry my friends, or the river, and within 10 minutes the wind picked up and the look on Ed's face screamed this boat is gonna flip and Brendan is going over the bow. It eventually slowed and Pete and Brendan worked on some solid casts. Then it came, the big one, Pete landed a fish. (This was after about 25 Pete false alarms "Ahhh I just got a nible, couldn't land em though"). It was a nice whitefish, we took some pictures before throwing it back. Pete is now at this point an All-World Fly Fisherman. Brendan was not so lucky, catching mostly plants and trees before giving up to fish for some beers. Great fishing trip and Ed was a great guide/host who worked very hard to avoid floating trees and rocks in some tough waters while Pete and I experienced the outdoors.
Back through "The Pass" was a great ride. We stopped off to take some more pictures ad play in the snow in shorts and tee shirts on the side of the road.
Jackson Hole is just an unbelievable place. Brendan is contemplating coming back to open up his own log cabin law firm (there are so already here, very funny) We are heading out now to downtown Jackson Hole to mix it up alittle with the locals. Tommorow will bring some whitewater rafting and hiking, maybe some more fishing.
Quote of the Day: Pete from across the boat, "Hey B, no crossing swords" (swords were crossed)
Song of the Day: some Pantera song blaring as we made our way through "The Pass"
Moment of the Day: Ed ordering Pete out of the boat to find the fly he lodged in some bushes on the side of the river, 1 of 6 fly's Pete lost during the float.
Sweet Wyoming.
Pete and B
Pete and Brendan are now licensed fly fishermen in the great state of Idaho. More on that later.
Jackson Hole is God's country. Everywhere you turn is a ridiculous view of the mountains and valleys and every building is made of Lincoln Logs. We got up early this morning (10:30) NOT HUNGOVER, and took a drive up to see the Grand Tetons. Pete and B have now figured out the picture situation (see side of blog: 5/19... hopefully) so you can share in the view of this beautiful mountain range. Another cool part of the area we drove through was the National Elk Refuge. Thousands of elk, moose, mountain lions, trouser snakes, unicorns, etc. all migrate to this range during the winter. Since it is almost June we didn't see a single moving object but the view was amazing.
After the romantic drive, we met up with Pete's brother Ed. It should be noted that Ed is some kind of financial analyst, but came out of his office (also a building made of Lincoln Logs) in flip flops, cargo shorts, and a tee. It wasn't casual Friday, just Jackson Hole, WY. We packed up Ed's Jeep with the fly fishing gear and headed for the South Forth of the Snake River in Idaho, of course stopping off to get Pete and Brendan licensed to fish these great waters. However, we were only licensed until midnight so we had to make it count.
To get to the South Fork, you have to go through "The Pass" through the Grand Tetons (8,800 ft. high). It is a long winding road with severe drop offs along which they only build a guardrail a year ago. The South Fork is about an hour drive from Jackson Hole. The boat went in the water at the Palasades Dam (Big dam, very big). The picture at this point is Pete and I whipping fly fishing rods back and forth to "warm up" while Ed is working is ass off the get everything rigged and into the water. Ed is a master fly fishing guide, especially given the two chowda heads he was guiding on this excursion. The sea was angry my friends, or the river, and within 10 minutes the wind picked up and the look on Ed's face screamed this boat is gonna flip and Brendan is going over the bow. It eventually slowed and Pete and Brendan worked on some solid casts. Then it came, the big one, Pete landed a fish. (This was after about 25 Pete false alarms "Ahhh I just got a nible, couldn't land em though"). It was a nice whitefish, we took some pictures before throwing it back. Pete is now at this point an All-World Fly Fisherman. Brendan was not so lucky, catching mostly plants and trees before giving up to fish for some beers. Great fishing trip and Ed was a great guide/host who worked very hard to avoid floating trees and rocks in some tough waters while Pete and I experienced the outdoors.
Back through "The Pass" was a great ride. We stopped off to take some more pictures ad play in the snow in shorts and tee shirts on the side of the road.
Jackson Hole is just an unbelievable place. Brendan is contemplating coming back to open up his own log cabin law firm (there are so already here, very funny) We are heading out now to downtown Jackson Hole to mix it up alittle with the locals. Tommorow will bring some whitewater rafting and hiking, maybe some more fishing.
Quote of the Day: Pete from across the boat, "Hey B, no crossing swords" (swords were crossed)
Song of the Day: some Pantera song blaring as we made our way through "The Pass"
Moment of the Day: Ed ordering Pete out of the boat to find the fly he lodged in some bushes on the side of the river, 1 of 6 fly's Pete lost during the float.
Sweet Wyoming.
Pete and B
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Day 6
Jackson Hole (The Most Beautiful Place on Earth)
We want to apologize for the lack of pictures. The super high powered camera Brendan bought doesn't seem to be compatible with the site we are using. Its either that or we are being punished for ripping internet off of the people around us at every stop, but either way, the pictures are a work in progress.
Also, there has been some confusion as to who is writing this blog. Pete and Brendan are on the trip. Brendan has been writing with input from Pete but has been trying to keep it in the third person. If there is an "I" mixed in there is because Brendan is drunk and/or hungover and it has slipped his mind. Also, anyone who reads this can post comments and chime in about how dumb Pete is.
The trip through northern Colorado and Wyoming in route to Jackson whole resembles the 4 previous states we have been through, so basically just a whole lot of nothing to see. When and if you ever see the pictures, I took some great pictures of the nothing we saw for the 9 hour trip. However, we did come across a route referred to as the "Oregan Trail". Of course this set off a discussion of the Apple IIGE (green screen) game we played in grammer school "Oregon Trail". The Cliff Note version of this conversation is we concluded it would suck to do this trip in a covered wagon pulled by horses as we are miserable at times in an Audi going 80 miles an hour. The consensus was that little Jenny would certain have already died of typhiod fever, we would have run out of food, and our wagon certainly would have sunk while forging the river.
Brendan would like to thank all those who sent texts and messages today for his birthday. Wyoming doesn't have a single cell tower so calling people back but was hard but nonetheless they were all much appreciated. The check out woman at Joe's Diner in Fort Collins, CO gave Brendan a free cookie so the trip to the rest stop vending machine was not necessary, and lunch was on hungover Pete.
The higlight of the trip was the last 100 miles into Jackson Hole. We were surrounded by mountains, elk, cliffs, buffalo, etc. This was the first time Brendan had ever seen any of this kind of stuff so he was snapping pictures like a Chinese tourist. This brought us to Jackson Hole, WY, God's country. It is the most beautiful place. We met up with Pete's brother Ed and his girlfriend Jeanelle and went to dinner. Looking at the menu we again decided....When in Rome....and ordered the Bufallo and the Elk. It was delicious.
To continue the trend, we just grabbed some Nick Lachey's (Miller Lite's) and are watching Dumb and Dumber so we don't screwup any more quotes.
Song of the Trip: O.P.P (Naughty by Nature) blaring as we made our way into Jackson Hole, where rap I don't even think exists.
Moment of the Day: Again a tie between when Pete got into the passenger seat to find goldfish, sunflower seeds, vitamin water, gummy bears, etc littering the passenger side of the Audi and Brendan dinging his head off a gigantic elk head while exiting the bathroom at sketchy gas station #4000. At said gas station, Brendan also had the option of buying boiled eggs from a jar while paying for gas which was interesting.
Quote of the Day: While driving through middle of nowhere Wyoming, Pete: "Hey wait I think I see, wait I see, f&@#ing nothing, there is nothing out there."
The water is NOT under the Bridge.
Pete and B
We want to apologize for the lack of pictures. The super high powered camera Brendan bought doesn't seem to be compatible with the site we are using. Its either that or we are being punished for ripping internet off of the people around us at every stop, but either way, the pictures are a work in progress.
Also, there has been some confusion as to who is writing this blog. Pete and Brendan are on the trip. Brendan has been writing with input from Pete but has been trying to keep it in the third person. If there is an "I" mixed in there is because Brendan is drunk and/or hungover and it has slipped his mind. Also, anyone who reads this can post comments and chime in about how dumb Pete is.
The trip through northern Colorado and Wyoming in route to Jackson whole resembles the 4 previous states we have been through, so basically just a whole lot of nothing to see. When and if you ever see the pictures, I took some great pictures of the nothing we saw for the 9 hour trip. However, we did come across a route referred to as the "Oregan Trail". Of course this set off a discussion of the Apple IIGE (green screen) game we played in grammer school "Oregon Trail". The Cliff Note version of this conversation is we concluded it would suck to do this trip in a covered wagon pulled by horses as we are miserable at times in an Audi going 80 miles an hour. The consensus was that little Jenny would certain have already died of typhiod fever, we would have run out of food, and our wagon certainly would have sunk while forging the river.
Brendan would like to thank all those who sent texts and messages today for his birthday. Wyoming doesn't have a single cell tower so calling people back but was hard but nonetheless they were all much appreciated. The check out woman at Joe's Diner in Fort Collins, CO gave Brendan a free cookie so the trip to the rest stop vending machine was not necessary, and lunch was on hungover Pete.
The higlight of the trip was the last 100 miles into Jackson Hole. We were surrounded by mountains, elk, cliffs, buffalo, etc. This was the first time Brendan had ever seen any of this kind of stuff so he was snapping pictures like a Chinese tourist. This brought us to Jackson Hole, WY, God's country. It is the most beautiful place. We met up with Pete's brother Ed and his girlfriend Jeanelle and went to dinner. Looking at the menu we again decided....When in Rome....and ordered the Bufallo and the Elk. It was delicious.
To continue the trend, we just grabbed some Nick Lachey's (Miller Lite's) and are watching Dumb and Dumber so we don't screwup any more quotes.
Song of the Trip: O.P.P (Naughty by Nature) blaring as we made our way into Jackson Hole, where rap I don't even think exists.
Moment of the Day: Again a tie between when Pete got into the passenger seat to find goldfish, sunflower seeds, vitamin water, gummy bears, etc littering the passenger side of the Audi and Brendan dinging his head off a gigantic elk head while exiting the bathroom at sketchy gas station #4000. At said gas station, Brendan also had the option of buying boiled eggs from a jar while paying for gas which was interesting.
Quote of the Day: While driving through middle of nowhere Wyoming, Pete: "Hey wait I think I see, wait I see, f&@#ing nothing, there is nothing out there."
The water is NOT under the Bridge.
Pete and B
Day 5
When in Rome.....
There wasn't a whole lot of touring downtown Denver given the condition we were in from the day and night before. We grabbed lunch, sat by the pool, and waited for Happy Hour. Pete's friends live only a couple blocks from Rockies Stadium, you can actually see into the stadium from their porch. Things run a little differently here in Denver than they do in Red Sox Nation. We went to the box office at 5pm and paid the equivalent of a roudtrip ride on the T (4 dollars) for right field line seats. It was a good thing we didn't pay much because Happy Hour ended up being 3 hours and we arrived in the bottom of the 4th. The place we went to Happy Hour was across the street from the Denver Real World House. Brendan was a complete tourist and took pictures of the house that really isn't even there anymore. Sweet Rockies though, they pulled out the victory against the Dbacks.
After the game we went to this bar where you everytime you buy a round you flip a coin and if you call it right you get your round for free. (Pete just emerged from Fraz's room as this is being typed, "WOW, I got really banged up last night, must be the altitude huh?") Yeah, Pete the altitude buddy. Should be noted Pete never once flipped a coin and Brendan gambled on a big round of drinks and then lost the flip. When in Rome..... . Pete spent most of the night repeatedly saying "where is Cholie (Colie from the Real World), I want to meet Cholie". We both got pretty banged up (the trend continues) and now have to drive to Jackson Hole, WY (9 hours) which after the last trip is a somewhat light day although now in addition to the kamakazee deer we also have elk with big horns to manuever through.
As you can tell from this blog we really didn't do much in Denver. We are resting up for our 4 day excursion to the mountains of Wyoming for some outdoorsman activities. Keep tuned for the ride to Jackson Hole, should be one of the best so far with the scenary and our current physican condition. Its also Brendan's birthday today, so Pete already promised we'd stop at a rest stop somewhere and Brendan can pick anything he wants from the vending machine.
Thanks Conga and Fraz for letting us stay at your place and showing us around Denver.
When in Rome....
Pete and B
There wasn't a whole lot of touring downtown Denver given the condition we were in from the day and night before. We grabbed lunch, sat by the pool, and waited for Happy Hour. Pete's friends live only a couple blocks from Rockies Stadium, you can actually see into the stadium from their porch. Things run a little differently here in Denver than they do in Red Sox Nation. We went to the box office at 5pm and paid the equivalent of a roudtrip ride on the T (4 dollars) for right field line seats. It was a good thing we didn't pay much because Happy Hour ended up being 3 hours and we arrived in the bottom of the 4th. The place we went to Happy Hour was across the street from the Denver Real World House. Brendan was a complete tourist and took pictures of the house that really isn't even there anymore. Sweet Rockies though, they pulled out the victory against the Dbacks.
After the game we went to this bar where you everytime you buy a round you flip a coin and if you call it right you get your round for free. (Pete just emerged from Fraz's room as this is being typed, "WOW, I got really banged up last night, must be the altitude huh?") Yeah, Pete the altitude buddy. Should be noted Pete never once flipped a coin and Brendan gambled on a big round of drinks and then lost the flip. When in Rome..... . Pete spent most of the night repeatedly saying "where is Cholie (Colie from the Real World), I want to meet Cholie". We both got pretty banged up (the trend continues) and now have to drive to Jackson Hole, WY (9 hours) which after the last trip is a somewhat light day although now in addition to the kamakazee deer we also have elk with big horns to manuever through.
As you can tell from this blog we really didn't do much in Denver. We are resting up for our 4 day excursion to the mountains of Wyoming for some outdoorsman activities. Keep tuned for the ride to Jackson Hole, should be one of the best so far with the scenary and our current physican condition. Its also Brendan's birthday today, so Pete already promised we'd stop at a rest stop somewhere and Brendan can pick anything he wants from the vending machine.
Thanks Conga and Fraz for letting us stay at your place and showing us around Denver.
When in Rome....
Pete and B
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Day 4
The Longest Ride Ever (Pete wants it to be titled The Water is NOT UNDER the Bridge)
Sorry for the late post today (Gorski). Pete and I drove 16 hours yesterday from Chicago to Denver amounting to the worst driving experience of our collective lives. The trip got off to a rough start when we were leaving Chicago and Brendan vomited an entire mouthful of Vitamin water all over Pete's dashboard/radio/steering wheel/manuel shifter. Anyone who knows how anal Pete is about his car will know this was not a good way to start trip. Things, however, were looking up when we spotted the Oscar Meyer Weiner mobile on Route 290 out of of Chicago. Another religious experience.
We have absolutely nothing to say about the trip itself. We drove through Illinois, Iowa (the consensus worst state in the union), and Nebraska. We didn't see anything but farmland, tractors, cows, roadkill, and more farmland. We kept getting out at rest stops and gas stations in our basketball jerseys and shorts and everytime people just stared, probably wondering where the two guys with the surfboards strapped to the roof took a wrong turn. The highlight of the trip was the 11 minute 30 second duet we did of Meatloaf's "I would Do anything for Love." Like our mother's always said, the voices of angels. Another interesting part of the trip was when we had to pull over, not because we needed gas, not because we needed to eat, but because 30,000 different kids of insects were splattered and sun-cooked to the windshield, making visibility close to zero. Took pete 15 minutes to clean the windshield at the gas station. This was while Brendan chatted with the gas attendant as to whether she was concerned they sold actual samarui swords and metal tipped dart guns at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, where she was alone on the job. She didn't seem to mind. Only in Nebraska.
The last two hours of the trip convinced Pete and I the plan maybe should have been re-worked to avoid a 16 hours drive through the 4 most boring states in the country. It was now around midnight, Brendan was downing RedBulls, splashing himself with water, and sticking his head out the window every thirty seconds to avoid falling asleep and leaving Pete alone to navigate the herds of kamakazi deer roaming the sides of the highway. Pete's eyes were literally glued to to the windshield while he continuously rubbed the Rosary beads hanging from this rearview mirror. However, we made it in one piece to down town Denver. Pete's friends, interestingly refered to as Conga-longa-donga and Fatty Fraz, took us to the Real World House Denver (which is still in one piece and looks pretty cool) and out for a few drinks. We are heading to the Rockies game tonight and then hit the road tommorow to Jackson Hole, Wyoming for some whitewater rafting and flyfishing.
Song of the Day - Meat Loaf: "I would do anything for Love" (Pete is phenomenal at the woman's solo)
Moment of the Day - Tie between the Oscar Meyer Weiner mobile sighting and Pete's face when the Vitamin water was dripping from his entire dashboard.
Number of Times now Brendan has now checked the Treo - 55
Pete and B
Sorry for the late post today (Gorski). Pete and I drove 16 hours yesterday from Chicago to Denver amounting to the worst driving experience of our collective lives. The trip got off to a rough start when we were leaving Chicago and Brendan vomited an entire mouthful of Vitamin water all over Pete's dashboard/radio/steering wheel/manuel shifter. Anyone who knows how anal Pete is about his car will know this was not a good way to start trip. Things, however, were looking up when we spotted the Oscar Meyer Weiner mobile on Route 290 out of of Chicago. Another religious experience.
We have absolutely nothing to say about the trip itself. We drove through Illinois, Iowa (the consensus worst state in the union), and Nebraska. We didn't see anything but farmland, tractors, cows, roadkill, and more farmland. We kept getting out at rest stops and gas stations in our basketball jerseys and shorts and everytime people just stared, probably wondering where the two guys with the surfboards strapped to the roof took a wrong turn. The highlight of the trip was the 11 minute 30 second duet we did of Meatloaf's "I would Do anything for Love." Like our mother's always said, the voices of angels. Another interesting part of the trip was when we had to pull over, not because we needed gas, not because we needed to eat, but because 30,000 different kids of insects were splattered and sun-cooked to the windshield, making visibility close to zero. Took pete 15 minutes to clean the windshield at the gas station. This was while Brendan chatted with the gas attendant as to whether she was concerned they sold actual samarui swords and metal tipped dart guns at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, where she was alone on the job. She didn't seem to mind. Only in Nebraska.
The last two hours of the trip convinced Pete and I the plan maybe should have been re-worked to avoid a 16 hours drive through the 4 most boring states in the country. It was now around midnight, Brendan was downing RedBulls, splashing himself with water, and sticking his head out the window every thirty seconds to avoid falling asleep and leaving Pete alone to navigate the herds of kamakazi deer roaming the sides of the highway. Pete's eyes were literally glued to to the windshield while he continuously rubbed the Rosary beads hanging from this rearview mirror. However, we made it in one piece to down town Denver. Pete's friends, interestingly refered to as Conga-longa-donga and Fatty Fraz, took us to the Real World House Denver (which is still in one piece and looks pretty cool) and out for a few drinks. We are heading to the Rockies game tonight and then hit the road tommorow to Jackson Hole, Wyoming for some whitewater rafting and flyfishing.
Song of the Day - Meat Loaf: "I would do anything for Love" (Pete is phenomenal at the woman's solo)
Moment of the Day - Tie between the Oscar Meyer Weiner mobile sighting and Pete's face when the Vitamin water was dripping from his entire dashboard.
Number of Times now Brendan has now checked the Treo - 55
Pete and B
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Day 3
Our Day in Chicago
Pete's friends, and also our awesome tourguide/host, Chicago Meg made Chicago a great experience for us. We started out with breakfast at a diner near her apartment that was BYOB...unbelievable. So we had mamossa's and eggs to start off the day. The next stop was the Hancock Tower. The tower is one hundred stories and looks just like the Sears Tower. The view of Chicago is unbelievable from the lounge on the top floor. We had some more cocktails (hope you see a trend forming) and took some pictures of Lake Michigan and downtown Chicago. From there we went to the beach so Pete could "put his toes" in the "Great Lake of Michigan". The next two stops were Wrigley Field and the Real World House. Wrigley bordered on a religious experience and the Real World House is now a gym, nothing too exciting.
It should be noted that "Kerri" from the night before left a ten minute message on Pete's phone this morning. (Psycho)
After some deep dish pizza we went out in the Wrigley area for some drinks. Fast Forwarding 2 hours, Pete, Brendan, and Pete's friend Josh found ourselves wandering the streets of Linkin Park looking for a bar with people in it on a Monday night. 4 very attractive women hop out of a cab in front of us. Pete: "Hey where you guys goin?" "We are going to Irish Eyes, five dollar pitchers, you guys should come." Pete: "Welp, Irish Eyes it is."
Irish Eyes resembled a high school after prom party. We were told on three different occasions we were the oldest guys in the bar. Brendan to some blonde "Where are all you guys from?" "DePaul, where do you guys go?" Pete: "Ahh we don't go anywhere anymore." Brendan: "How old are you?" Blonde: "How old do you think I am?" Brendan: "You look about 18?" "Actually, 19" Pete "We are 24 years old" Blonde turns and walks away. End of the conversation. We concluded we were those creepy guys who couldn't let college go and we departed for home. One more quick story. We are walking down the street. Pete is on his Trio. Brendan: "Pete you drunk?" Pete: "No why?" as he heads toward a tree. Brendan: " No reason". Pete dodges the tree and walks striaght into a parking meter.
We will be seeing the lovely states of Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, and Colorado. 15 hours but we gain one somewhere over the rockies.
"I thought the Rockies would be a whole lot rockier.....that john Denver was full of shit."
Pete and B
Pete's friends, and also our awesome tourguide/host, Chicago Meg made Chicago a great experience for us. We started out with breakfast at a diner near her apartment that was BYOB...unbelievable. So we had mamossa's and eggs to start off the day. The next stop was the Hancock Tower. The tower is one hundred stories and looks just like the Sears Tower. The view of Chicago is unbelievable from the lounge on the top floor. We had some more cocktails (hope you see a trend forming) and took some pictures of Lake Michigan and downtown Chicago. From there we went to the beach so Pete could "put his toes" in the "Great Lake of Michigan". The next two stops were Wrigley Field and the Real World House. Wrigley bordered on a religious experience and the Real World House is now a gym, nothing too exciting.
It should be noted that "Kerri" from the night before left a ten minute message on Pete's phone this morning. (Psycho)
After some deep dish pizza we went out in the Wrigley area for some drinks. Fast Forwarding 2 hours, Pete, Brendan, and Pete's friend Josh found ourselves wandering the streets of Linkin Park looking for a bar with people in it on a Monday night. 4 very attractive women hop out of a cab in front of us. Pete: "Hey where you guys goin?" "We are going to Irish Eyes, five dollar pitchers, you guys should come." Pete: "Welp, Irish Eyes it is."
Irish Eyes resembled a high school after prom party. We were told on three different occasions we were the oldest guys in the bar. Brendan to some blonde "Where are all you guys from?" "DePaul, where do you guys go?" Pete: "Ahh we don't go anywhere anymore." Brendan: "How old are you?" Blonde: "How old do you think I am?" Brendan: "You look about 18?" "Actually, 19" Pete "We are 24 years old" Blonde turns and walks away. End of the conversation. We concluded we were those creepy guys who couldn't let college go and we departed for home. One more quick story. We are walking down the street. Pete is on his Trio. Brendan: "Pete you drunk?" Pete: "No why?" as he heads toward a tree. Brendan: " No reason". Pete dodges the tree and walks striaght into a parking meter.
We will be seeing the lovely states of Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, and Colorado. 15 hours but we gain one somewhere over the rockies.
"I thought the Rockies would be a whole lot rockier.....that john Denver was full of shit."
Pete and B
Monday, May 14, 2007
Day 2
Chi-town (Disclaimer: This blog is being written extrememly hungover so it probably is not that funny)
We departed early for our trip to Chicago, traveling through the rest of Ohio and Indiana. It was an uneventful drive until Pete came up with the brilliant idea of stopping off in South Bend, IN to see the University of Notre Dame. Cheer Cheer for Old Notre Dame. Wake up the echoes cheering her name..... Beautiful campus, sweet stadium, God's country, good stop.
6 hours later arrived in the South Side of Chicago. Good thing we didn't have to stop off for anything as this area of Chicago somewhat resembles Compton. Eventually we ended up in downtown Chicago. We saw US Cellular field (home of the White Sox), Lake Michigan, Sears tower, and Soldier Field. We made our way to Linkin Park to meet up with Pete's buddy Josh. Linkin Park is on the north side of the city so this was trip one through downtown Chicago. After dropping Josh off at his hotel on the southern end of of the city (trip two through the downtown area) Pete had almost killed multiple pedestrian while asking repeatedly out the window, "Excuse me, do you know where i could find Chicago?". We then had to go drop our car off in Winnetka, IL (north of the city and also home of the Home Alone house) so we made trip three through downtown Chicago to Pete's friend Meg's house. Pete and I had our first fight. We kissed and made up though. Her mom cooked us a lovely dinner after we barged in on their Mother's Day celebration. We then departed for downtown Chicago again to Meg's apartment. We have been through downtown so many times at this point Pete was giving other people directions.
We then headed out to a bar called Stanley's. And then something happpened that will happen many times on this trip, some random girl tries to pick up Pete and Brendan ends up standing in the middle of the bar pretending to be watching the TV. So this one we will call "Kerri". Kerri, liked Pete and Brendan, well probably just Pete, and used some cheesy line about Boston accents to start talking to him. This was all fine until Pete got bored, left for 45 minutes to talk to three other attractive women, leaving Brendan to entertain her all this time while she waited for Pete to return. Kerri then took us to another bar where we met a crazy Irishman. (Anyone who has been around Pete and the Irish knows, it usually ends up badly as he finds some way to insult them without trying) The Irishman and his friend, who happened to be a BC High guy class 93, were wasted and liked to get really close to you while talking, laugh at their own jokes, and then punch you in the shoulder. After an hour of the Irishmen, the BC High guy, and 4 strippers on their night off, we left and passed out in Meg's living room.
We apologize for this awful entry we our both experiencing extreme extreme hangovers....they will get better. Chicago for the day then off to "Sunshine on my goddamn shoulders John" Denver tomm.
Song of the Day: Averil Levine "Girlfriend"
Roadkill: 9
Times Pete looked at his Trio: at this point its not even worth counting. It would be out the window if it wasn't also giving us directions.
Pete and B
We departed early for our trip to Chicago, traveling through the rest of Ohio and Indiana. It was an uneventful drive until Pete came up with the brilliant idea of stopping off in South Bend, IN to see the University of Notre Dame. Cheer Cheer for Old Notre Dame. Wake up the echoes cheering her name..... Beautiful campus, sweet stadium, God's country, good stop.
6 hours later arrived in the South Side of Chicago. Good thing we didn't have to stop off for anything as this area of Chicago somewhat resembles Compton. Eventually we ended up in downtown Chicago. We saw US Cellular field (home of the White Sox), Lake Michigan, Sears tower, and Soldier Field. We made our way to Linkin Park to meet up with Pete's buddy Josh. Linkin Park is on the north side of the city so this was trip one through downtown Chicago. After dropping Josh off at his hotel on the southern end of of the city (trip two through the downtown area) Pete had almost killed multiple pedestrian while asking repeatedly out the window, "Excuse me, do you know where i could find Chicago?". We then had to go drop our car off in Winnetka, IL (north of the city and also home of the Home Alone house) so we made trip three through downtown Chicago to Pete's friend Meg's house. Pete and I had our first fight. We kissed and made up though. Her mom cooked us a lovely dinner after we barged in on their Mother's Day celebration. We then departed for downtown Chicago again to Meg's apartment. We have been through downtown so many times at this point Pete was giving other people directions.
We then headed out to a bar called Stanley's. And then something happpened that will happen many times on this trip, some random girl tries to pick up Pete and Brendan ends up standing in the middle of the bar pretending to be watching the TV. So this one we will call "Kerri". Kerri, liked Pete and Brendan, well probably just Pete, and used some cheesy line about Boston accents to start talking to him. This was all fine until Pete got bored, left for 45 minutes to talk to three other attractive women, leaving Brendan to entertain her all this time while she waited for Pete to return. Kerri then took us to another bar where we met a crazy Irishman. (Anyone who has been around Pete and the Irish knows, it usually ends up badly as he finds some way to insult them without trying) The Irishman and his friend, who happened to be a BC High guy class 93, were wasted and liked to get really close to you while talking, laugh at their own jokes, and then punch you in the shoulder. After an hour of the Irishmen, the BC High guy, and 4 strippers on their night off, we left and passed out in Meg's living room.
We apologize for this awful entry we our both experiencing extreme extreme hangovers....they will get better. Chicago for the day then off to "Sunshine on my goddamn shoulders John" Denver tomm.
Song of the Day: Averil Levine "Girlfriend"
Roadkill: 9
Times Pete looked at his Trio: at this point its not even worth counting. It would be out the window if it wasn't also giving us directions.
Pete and B
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Day 1
The cross country adventure started on shaky ground with a behind schedule start, a hungover Brendan, and a "check engine" light 90 miles into the journey. This required a quick stop as paranoid Pete needed to assess the situation under the hood. According to him, it is too much coolant in some system. We'll see if that theory holds up. The troubles with the car did not end there. When we reached Jeffies house in Saratgoa Springs we parked the car in his very steep driveway. "B, you think the E brake will hold up here?". "Im sure its fine Pete." 20 minutes later we get a call from Jeffy's neighbor that there is an Audi in the middle of their street, blocking traffic, and it needs to me moved as their are children riding their bikes in the neighborhood. So after securing the car for a second time, and getting a quick burger and a Sammy Summer, we headed off to Cleveland. Thanks Jeffy
Amount of times Pete has checked his trio: 39
At this point in the trip, the past times have included, bouncing the elmo stress ball off the dashboard (see pic), the license plate game, and the 20 questions ball. The ball needs some explaining. Pete has this ball where one person thinks of an object, the ball asks questions trying to guess the object the person has in mind. IT IS RIGHT EVERY TIME and it had to be placed in the center console because it was freaking B out. B is still hungover. We continued on to the border of NY/PA where we saw our first great lake. "Whoa B look its a great lake....(and in unison) wow they really are big". B is still hungover as evidenced by the fact he has now had at least six jugs of liquid and has not requested any bathroom stops.
Amount of times Pete has checked his trio: 51
At the PA border we stopped for gas and to switch drivers. B is fine in 5th gear but stalled in the middle of a gas station full of people and it was clear it was time for a change. B is still hungover. We also needed beer. Pete to the gas attendant: "Do you know where we could find packy sir?." "You mean beer, son" "Ahh yeah i guess". It should be noted that at this time Pete and i were in shorts and basketball jerseys in 40 degree weather, making turkey sandwiches in the middle of the gas station. "Son, half a mile down, State Line Store (see pic). This was an interesting stop, Pete refused to go inside only stating the following "Im giving you 10 minutes till the first A rape....I'll pray for you". So B went in to mix with the locals and get some beer. A forty and a six pack later we are back on the road.
Amount of times Pete has checked his trio (now while he is driving): 75
We eventually arrive in Cleveland which is not much to see. We saw Jacobs Field and eventually made our way to a Super Eight. This is where pete enters the "check in drive thru". "Hi, sir can I help you?" Pete looks lost, "Hi ahhh I think we may need a room?" "Queen bed or twin?" Pete pauses looks at me, "We'll ahh take the twin." "B, he totally thinks we are gay".
Song of the Day: Pat Benatar "Love is a Battlefield" (see pic)
Event of the Day: Finding Pete's car, after being in Saratoga Springs for about 30 minutes and already having driven over a women's lawn while she was mowing it, in the middle of the street.
Number of Road KIll: 1 deer, 1 beaver, 6 coons, and 2 possoms. (Also an alive turkey somewhere in PA)
Pete is still on his trio as this is being typed. Off to bed Day 2 will be a 5 hours trip to Chi-town.
Pete and B
Amount of times Pete has checked his trio: 39
At this point in the trip, the past times have included, bouncing the elmo stress ball off the dashboard (see pic), the license plate game, and the 20 questions ball. The ball needs some explaining. Pete has this ball where one person thinks of an object, the ball asks questions trying to guess the object the person has in mind. IT IS RIGHT EVERY TIME and it had to be placed in the center console because it was freaking B out. B is still hungover. We continued on to the border of NY/PA where we saw our first great lake. "Whoa B look its a great lake....(and in unison) wow they really are big". B is still hungover as evidenced by the fact he has now had at least six jugs of liquid and has not requested any bathroom stops.
Amount of times Pete has checked his trio: 51
At the PA border we stopped for gas and to switch drivers. B is fine in 5th gear but stalled in the middle of a gas station full of people and it was clear it was time for a change. B is still hungover. We also needed beer. Pete to the gas attendant: "Do you know where we could find packy sir?." "You mean beer, son" "Ahh yeah i guess". It should be noted that at this time Pete and i were in shorts and basketball jerseys in 40 degree weather, making turkey sandwiches in the middle of the gas station. "Son, half a mile down, State Line Store (see pic). This was an interesting stop, Pete refused to go inside only stating the following "Im giving you 10 minutes till the first A rape....I'll pray for you". So B went in to mix with the locals and get some beer. A forty and a six pack later we are back on the road.
Amount of times Pete has checked his trio (now while he is driving): 75
We eventually arrive in Cleveland which is not much to see. We saw Jacobs Field and eventually made our way to a Super Eight. This is where pete enters the "check in drive thru". "Hi, sir can I help you?" Pete looks lost, "Hi ahhh I think we may need a room?" "Queen bed or twin?" Pete pauses looks at me, "We'll ahh take the twin." "B, he totally thinks we are gay".
Song of the Day: Pat Benatar "Love is a Battlefield" (see pic)
Event of the Day: Finding Pete's car, after being in Saratoga Springs for about 30 minutes and already having driven over a women's lawn while she was mowing it, in the middle of the street.
Number of Road KIll: 1 deer, 1 beaver, 6 coons, and 2 possoms. (Also an alive turkey somewhere in PA)
Pete is still on his trio as this is being typed. Off to bed Day 2 will be a 5 hours trip to Chi-town.
Pete and B
Friday, May 11, 2007
Dumb... and dumber
Harry: I expected the Rocky Mountains to be a little rockier than this.
Lloyd: Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. That John Denver is full of shit man.
Lloyd: Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. That John Denver is full of shit man.
The Trip (details)
FYI- Days are broken down by travel Days
Saturday 5/12 Day 1: (8:00 am) Leave Scituate with a car full of everything I own. Drive to Quincy and pick B Pitts up (better have a smile on that beautiful face of his). We will make ONE (1) stop at DD, to enjoy a delicious cup of hot coffee and maybe even a bagel. From Quincy we will drive approx 650 miles through MA, NY, PA, and finally find a hotel near Cleveland, OH. Roughly 10 hrs of driving.
Sunday 5/13 Day 2: Leave Cleveland and head the final 350 miles to Chicago, roughly 6-7 hrs. We will arrive in Chicago Sunday evening, and stay with Chicago-Meg (girl I'm buddies with from PC... Go Friars!). This is also Mother's day so we will make sure to call our Mom's and wish them Happy Mothers Day. We stay in Chicago Sunday night, catch up on some ZZZZ's, and explore the Windy City on Monday where we'll eat some Chicago-style pizza, say "Da Bears!", and slam some beers.
Tuesday 5/15 Day 3: Leave Chicago at 5:00AM for the longest travel day of the trip... Leave Chicago, and travel through IL, NE, KS, and finally arrive in Denver, CO that night. ~950 miles, 14 hrs, through the Great Planes of the United States of America. Stay in Denver with Fraz and Conga-longa-donga (my college buddies) who happen to live next to the Rockies Stadium and 2 blocks from The Real World-Denver house (where maybe we'll see Cholee from the RW-Denver being crazy). We will stay in Denver Tues, Wed, and leave Thurs morning.
Thursday 5/17 Day 4: Leave Denver at 8:00AM for the 8 hr, 600 mile drive to Jackson Hole, WY. Stay with Ed (brother), Thurs night, Friday, and Saturday. Hopefully hike, ski, hunt, chase Moose, or whitewater raft while we are there. We can stay at his place, its big and in downtown JHole (a town of 5,000 people). Should be awesome.
Sunday 5/20 Day 5: Leave Jackson Hole for the 8-10 hr drive to Lake Tahoe, CA. Through WY, ID, NV, and finally Tahoe. Get a hotel in Tahoe for the night (hopefully something romantic, maybe a heart-shaped hot tub and a bed you can put quarters into to make it shake).
Monday 5/21 Day 6: Make the 4 hr drive to San Fransisco, and down to Half Moon Bay, CA where my aunt/uncle live. Beautiful little town on the ocean about 20 miles south of SF (She lives 100 yrs from the Pacific). Stay in HMB for several days, as she will treat us like Kings and feed us, do our laundry, take us out to eat, etc. Spend 1 day exploring SF.
Wednesday 5/23 Day 7: Make the 9 hr, 500+ mile drive down the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) from HMB to Matt Pitt's in LA. Hopefully along the PCH we can race The Fast and Furious cars, see Paris Hilton getting arrested, etc. Good Times! We will arrive in LA sometime Wednesday night. We stay in LA, see some sights, maybe meet up with a buddy of mine from CUA who lives in HollyHood, try to find LC from The Hills/Laguna Beach, etc.
On Saturday, 5/26, I will make the 4 hr drive down to Pacific Beach, and to my new home.
Because this trip in 2 weeks, 3000+ miles our dates, times, locations are somewhat flexible. I think this is a pretty good plan.
Saturday 5/12 Day 1: (8:00 am) Leave Scituate with a car full of everything I own. Drive to Quincy and pick B Pitts up (better have a smile on that beautiful face of his). We will make ONE (1) stop at DD, to enjoy a delicious cup of hot coffee and maybe even a bagel. From Quincy we will drive approx 650 miles through MA, NY, PA, and finally find a hotel near Cleveland, OH. Roughly 10 hrs of driving.
Sunday 5/13 Day 2: Leave Cleveland and head the final 350 miles to Chicago, roughly 6-7 hrs. We will arrive in Chicago Sunday evening, and stay with Chicago-Meg (girl I'm buddies with from PC... Go Friars!). This is also Mother's day so we will make sure to call our Mom's and wish them Happy Mothers Day. We stay in Chicago Sunday night, catch up on some ZZZZ's, and explore the Windy City on Monday where we'll eat some Chicago-style pizza, say "Da Bears!", and slam some beers.
Tuesday 5/15 Day 3: Leave Chicago at 5:00AM for the longest travel day of the trip... Leave Chicago, and travel through IL, NE, KS, and finally arrive in Denver, CO that night. ~950 miles, 14 hrs, through the Great Planes of the United States of America. Stay in Denver with Fraz and Conga-longa-donga (my college buddies) who happen to live next to the Rockies Stadium and 2 blocks from The Real World-Denver house (where maybe we'll see Cholee from the RW-Denver being crazy). We will stay in Denver Tues, Wed, and leave Thurs morning.
Thursday 5/17 Day 4: Leave Denver at 8:00AM for the 8 hr, 600 mile drive to Jackson Hole, WY. Stay with Ed (brother), Thurs night, Friday, and Saturday. Hopefully hike, ski, hunt, chase Moose, or whitewater raft while we are there. We can stay at his place, its big and in downtown JHole (a town of 5,000 people). Should be awesome.
Sunday 5/20 Day 5: Leave Jackson Hole for the 8-10 hr drive to Lake Tahoe, CA. Through WY, ID, NV, and finally Tahoe. Get a hotel in Tahoe for the night (hopefully something romantic, maybe a heart-shaped hot tub and a bed you can put quarters into to make it shake).
Monday 5/21 Day 6: Make the 4 hr drive to San Fransisco, and down to Half Moon Bay, CA where my aunt/uncle live. Beautiful little town on the ocean about 20 miles south of SF (She lives 100 yrs from the Pacific). Stay in HMB for several days, as she will treat us like Kings and feed us, do our laundry, take us out to eat, etc. Spend 1 day exploring SF.
Wednesday 5/23 Day 7: Make the 9 hr, 500+ mile drive down the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) from HMB to Matt Pitt's in LA. Hopefully along the PCH we can race The Fast and Furious cars, see Paris Hilton getting arrested, etc. Good Times! We will arrive in LA sometime Wednesday night. We stay in LA, see some sights, maybe meet up with a buddy of mine from CUA who lives in HollyHood, try to find LC from The Hills/Laguna Beach, etc.
On Saturday, 5/26, I will make the 4 hr drive down to Pacific Beach, and to my new home.
Because this trip in 2 weeks, 3000+ miles our dates, times, locations are somewhat flexible. I think this is a pretty good plan.
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