San Diego Road Trip 3/14/03

The wind farms right outside of San Fran.

That's what I'm talking about.  Wide open road, and a fast car by my side.

Oh, and my trusted road partner, Manny.

Here's a road warrior who didn't fare as well.  He was driving slowly, so I blew him up.

Here's my first glimpse of San Diego ocean, after exiting the living hell that is LA roads.

This is Chad's gorgeous front yard.  I love San Diego.

Our sushi chef.  He got revenge on me for mocking his racial sushi handicap by
offering to get me a fork.  Rat bastard.

Same guy, macking on our hottie waitress with the really nice top.

Chad, basking in pain after our marathon sushi eating session.

Chad, sticking a huge pile of wasabi in his mouth.

Chad, pussying out on eating said wasabi.

Chad's brother, Tyler.

Here's me drowning my sushi with cheap beer, while Chris shows his gang affiiliations.

Chad works for Nokia, and here's a badass phone he has that folds out into a qwerty keyboard.  Sweet.

Here's a small part of the rest of his phone collection.  They're all active, and he actually uses them all.

For the curious, I lived in this house for a couple years, in the bedroom on the right behind the green tree.
I was considering knocking on the door and making them let me in, but figured it might be weird.

Me with Chad's parents at dinner.

Me with Tyler.

After dinner we went to an indian casino, where this machine stole my money and made me cry.

Afterwards we met up with some of Chad's friends, and listened to a cover band in the rain, and drank a lot of Guinness.
This is Liz.  Liz works at a phone sex line.  That, or 411, I can't remember.

More cavorting with Liz, preceded by more cavorting with Guinness.

Afterwards we went back and drank some more, and played a rousing game of Taboo, and some other
weird game that I can't remember the name of.

More after-show chilling.

No party is complete without the chicken dance!