Dude.

We're in San Diego; I'm at Piers' desk right now.


Sooooo we left the house at 10:30 (Wendy, brother Daniel, Wendy's dog Tallulah, and I) and drove to Irvine, where we had lunch. Then we continued on down to lovely San Diego. We stopped over and caught up with Piers, and chilled for a bit. Then we went to the beach. The water wasn't as cold as they all whined that it was. But we found a dead jellyfish. And it was squishy.


Came back here, met Piers' 3 roommates (Freddy, Isaac, and Scott). Theeeen headed out again to the Old Town. Went to Piers' office, then went to these awesome Mexican shops. Duuuude. So cool.



We had dinner at this place called Jolly Boy. Piers' friend Bethany joined us. And omfg. This mariachi sang us "La Cucaracha". I had no idea it was about marijuana! WTF?! I feel so not-innocent.



Piers and my brother got into a discussion about the word "asshole". And now, here we are. I get to sleep in the Winnebago. Mwahaha.




They have their own studio here; Piers and I jammed for a while. Groovy.