Adventure #3: The California Excursion Part 2

The next several days will be a blur of partying, eating, sleeping, errand running and general classic Socal debauchery. The night of my arrival we are joined by my cousin; the tri-fecta is complete.
This is relatively exciting. While we are all three very close family members, it has never really occurred that this specific combo would together under such enjoyable circumstances. No crazy family reunion, no crazy family drama, just three of the younger generation geared up to enjoy Socal in all its glory.
I wake up in the morning and start  it off in the same way I’ll be starting off each morning on my trip down south. I grab up the leash and take my brothers wonderfully insane dog, Jack, for a walk around the block.


As I haul Jack down the street, noting that he makes a point to pee on just about everything he sees, I am struck by one of my favorite things about california; the trees. California has some beautiful trees and as somewhat of a tree hugger type (maybe not literally), this is something I can appreciate.


Ah yes, and I failed to mention the most important part. My brother, a citizen of the area for many years now, has just acquired a unique and wonderfully spacious new apartment. He is also quite the social cat and has many wonderful friends in the area. On top of this, his birthday is on the horizon. If I must spell it out for you: P-A-R-T-Y.
The first half of this day is a mash-up of driving, errand running, food and booze buying. The second half is a bit of rearranging and redecorating the apartment for the revolving door of people that will be spinning soon. This involved moving tables and chairs in every possible combination (my brother is a photographer so it’s in his nature to never be quite satisfied with these arrangements) until we find something we can all agree maximizes the potential of the giant room that makes up the bulk of the apartment.


After giving everything our approval, and teasing my brother for his ridiculously awesome bull fighter tapestry, we’re ready to rock.


Now I know you would all love to hear stories of this part accompanied by images, but I am afraid I must disappoint. I was attending as a guest and what kind of guest would I be if I didn’t partake in the merrymaking? So I did and as a result the camera never really came out and memory is a bit hazey. Oh well, c’est la vie!
Suffice to say we ate, we drank, we danced, chit chatted, drank some more and eventually drove out the stragglers in the wee hours of the morning. A great party by all accounts.
The following day began in much the same way: I woke up, snatched the leash and took jack outside to help him mark his territory all over again. This time was a bit more special than the previous day as he decided to also add his opinion of a piece of art we saw sitting outside.


Afterward we begin discussions as to what we should do with the day. We have this one Sunday all to ourselves and then it’s back to reality for one of us; the cousin must trek back across the desert to Arizona and return to real life and work.
The choices before us, as suggested by my brother, are a hike to a waterfall or a visit to Venice Beach. Personally I had been to both in the past so my opinion was torn. Normally I always tend to favor any sort of outdoors activity but keep in mind this is post-party Sunday; a nice solid hangover doesn’t generally make a hike sound all that appealing.
It’s at this point that cousin decides to reveal he has never been to Venice Beach, which makes the decision for us.
After stuffing our faces with the incredible breakfast food at Home, it’s off into the California jungle to experience the local flavor of Venice Beach.


For those of you who have not been to Venice Beach I regret to inform you that I’m fresh out of good metaphors to illuminate what it’s like; in fact Venice is usually the metaphor I would use for places similar to it. It’s a hotbed of California art and culture. It is a massive beach and boardwalk where all manner of Californians come to perform their art, sell their wares, skate down the beach and just generally do whatever the hell they want. What many in the outside world might refer to as strange, the people of Venice Beach embrace as normal.
The proper descriptive words elude me at this point so I will simply finish this off with images of the journey.

And so ends part 2 of The California Excursion. Stay tuned for the epic conclusion as well as the tale of Monte Cristo!

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Adventure #3: The California Excursion Part 1

I woke up to what had become an unpleasantly familiar sensation for me in the great state of Washington this summer: fully plugged sinuses and the allergenic feeling of a constant impending sneeze without the relief of it actually happening. Ah Washington, with your majestic mountains and lovely greenery and rampant pollen presence. I love where I’m from but at this point I could not wait to get the hell out. For all the fellow allergy sufferers out there, you know how it feels to be at your wits end and still unable to find anything that does any good against the vicious hay fever. Sunshine, ocean, great weather, crazy people and beautiful sights are all great reasons to visit southern California and don’t get me wrong; they were all reasons of mine as well. The biggest one, however, was the possibility that a change in environment might just kill the allergies.
Bright and early I hop in the car with pops as we make the journey to the south side of Seattle and the giant mechanical bird that will whisk me away to my brother, sunshine and sandy beaches. As is the norm I arrive at the airport about an hour and a half before my flight. As is not the norm, I make it through security and get my boarding pass in record time, resulting in a long wait at the terminal. Well, I guess it’s better than being rushed.


I board the plane, head straight to the back row where I hope the other two seats will remain empty, allowing me some time to catch up on lost sleep without interruption. This proves true on the first leg of the trip; all the way from Seattle to Oakland I am blessed with blissful space and silence. Unfortunately, good luck on the first half leads to bad luck in the second half.


After reaching my connecting flight in Oakland, I once again head straight to the back of the plane and take the empty row in hopes of continuing my attempt to catch up on lost sleep. I am quickly interrupted by the flight attendant informing us that this flight is sold out and every seat will be taken. This is shortly followed the company of a morbidly obese woman sporting a bag of hard boiled eggs (really, hard boiled eggs on a plane?! that’s so bad it’s almost a cliche) and a screaming 7 year old.
Well so much for sleep but at least the allergies have already left the building.
I make it through the haze of yelling and the sulfur smell of eggs all the way to LAX and not a moment too soon.
I race off the plane, try and navigate the disorganized maelstrom that is Los Angeles International Airport, and greet the warm weather and sunshine of Socal with a smile and shades.


After a little bit of confusion I’m able to find my bro and off we go into the familiar LA traffic, where the maniacal driving habits of the populace are encouraged and yet somehow there is a method to the madness that starts to form if you really pay attention.


The rest of this day is mostly a blur of sorts. Weary from lack of sleep and a day of traveling, I tag along with my brother as he goes about a normal southern California day. We eat, we drive, I meet a few hundred people, we eat again, and then we crash.
A full day and a good day.

Explanation for the Silence

Hello friends, enemies and general acquaintances! I’m sending out a quick post to explain the recent prolonged silence on this freshly begun chronicle of my adventures through life.

I know what you’re all thinking… how can there be an adventure blog with so few postings of my exploits? Well let me tell you, having a daily adventure is no small task but finding the time to write about it everyday is rather daunting. I have been very busy with my journeys I assure you, there is so much to write about and so little time.

I want this post to be short and sweet. The last week has been one of the busiest I’ve had in a very long time and I have so much to relate to you all! Over the next few days expect to be bombarded by a cacophony of stories from all the journeys I have made in recent days, I promise there have been many.

Until then, I ask for a little bit of patience and I bid you all adieux!