Ever since I came back from our trip, I promised myself to leave town every weekend. San Francisco is usually cold and foggy in summertime and since I'm unemployed, I'd like to maximize the funemployment as much as possible. I spend the entire week in front of a computer applying for jobs, so I don't feel too guilty for switching off adult responsibilities and switching on hedonism over the weekend.
So far, I've been out of town 4 weekends out of 5: once to watch an RV Demolition Derby near Clear Lake, another time to watch and photograph my dude friends riding dirt bikes outside Yosemite, once to camp by a river with 30 of my friends and, most recently, to get wavey poolside with LA's infamous Swim Team. Next weekend, we'll be doing a 2-day hike up the Lost Coast, so stay tuned for some breathtaking coastal California shots.
|View of Cristina's street in Highland Park|
As we pulled up to Cristina's house in Highland Park, her entire block was taped off and surrounded by 10 police cars, several ambulances and two firetrucks. I always wonder why they need so many fire trucks at a crime scene... We parked around the corner, and tried to walk to the house, but the police wouldn't even let us walk on the street, let alone get inside our own house. Cristina was out too, so we ended up hanging out on the sidewalk for an hour, eating jicama sticks with salsa and dreaming of the cold beers in our bag that we couldn't open, as we were surrounded by waay too many cops. People kept walking up to us and asked us in Spanish what happened. We had no idea either, but it looked pretty serious. Later we found out, according to LA Times, that one person was killed and another wounded in a gang shooting that occurred only minutes before we arrived there. What a great welcome, Los Angeles! It really felt like the movies.
Crashing hotel pools should always be done with around 20 friends. Below, a few more snapshots of the day.
|Photo by Heather Rosner.|
|Renee's awesome pretzel floatie.|
This automobile is 100% tiel. Every single detail is painted tiel. Of course it reminded me of our friend Annelise - so Ansel, if you read this, please know that we miss you!
|Photo by Heather Rosner|
"The passion for soda began when John F. Nese was a child. His father's best friend owned a soda pop bottling plant where John loved to visit in the 1950's. At that time, he also spent his summers at Happy Camp. It was here that he would dream of how he could hook the natural, bubbling spring water, add syrup and siphon it to his elementary school's drinking fountains. In 1995 John began increasing his assortment of sodas not only out of love, but also as a protest to some of the larger soda companies that were not offering him the same prices as his larger competitors. He figured why not support other small businesses such as his own?"
|Photo by Heather Rosner. The guy next to me is Allen. He's grumpy most of the time, but he's an alright guy. And that cute doggie in front of us is Sally.|
There were many dogs around this weekend: small wieners, big wieners, windhounds, greyhounds, pit bulls. I'm not a huge dog person, but all the dogs were sweet, especially Reggies, who cuddled next to me at night. In honor of these great dogs and their awesome owners, I'll end the post with a few doggy-filled Instagrams I took over the weekend.