by Daniel Brodell-Lake

Created on: August 07, 2008   Last Updated: April 10, 2009

After a relaxing week in the Carmel valley house sitting for my Dad, I headed down to Santa Barbara on the 101 South for the wedding of Jon Collier. Jon is a friend of mine from back in the day who I haven't seen for a few years. I was honored that he still considered me a good of enough friend to invite me. I smoked bowls on the drive down out of a new inside out glass piece I got at Mary Jane'z in downtown Monterey. The drive reminded me of being with my Dad and my older brother when we were younger. The Madonna hotel that's bright pink off to the right at about San Louis Obispo that we used to joke was a whore house. Him telling us Wilde and Poe stories while he drove us down to Pismo, San Clemente or Irvine (depending on where he was living). We would stop at bakeries, rock shops, whale-watching vista bluffs. I don't speed around King City because I already have one speeding ticket from the area.

I arrived at Zac and Erin's in Santa Barbara on Friday at around 2pm. I had to help them move into their new place because they just moved here from New Orleans. Zac and Alex are my oldest friends and they're identical twins. Alex called and said that he was stuck in the Greyhound system somewhere between San Diego and Santa Barbara, so Zac and I went back and forth between the storage unit and the apartment until all the furniture was in the new spot. A little kid who introduced himself as, "Michael... Michael Jackson," was gender ambiguous and was playing around with his toys while we moved. Alex arrived while we were moving the last and heaviest item into the apartment- the bar that Zac made in New Orleans. We started drinking and went down to State Street to get dinner. They wouldn't put the Giants game on the TV until Alex went up and asked the bartender personally. We laughed the entire time and drank beer. It's rare that all three of us are together, but now that I'm back from South America and Zac's back from Louisiana, maybe we'll hang out more.

We went back to Zac and Erin's new place, had some shots, got changed up, and went back to State Street where Alex has a good friend who's the manager of a bar. He got us to skip the line, get in for no cover charge, and pay almost nothing for our drinks all night long. They went for Jack and Diet while I preffered Jameson Ginger, which created some conversation. We got wasted. I go crazy when I see the both of them at once. Alex and I ended up splitting a bottle of wine out on Zac's stoop at 3am smoking cigarettes

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