Among the very random things that Steve and I did in California this weekend while visiting his mom for her 60th birthday (and in no particular order):
1. Joined the older-than-50 set at a punk rock show in downtown Davis at a bar that had clearly never seen anyone over 25 and even that was probably the high-end age group. Need proof? Check out the skanky Miller Lite girls hocking free "bar bucks" at a corner table.
2. In a tribute to our Colorado friends, ordered a round of dirty girl scout shots at the said college bar. The bartender made too much, so we had eight glasses overflowing with thick green liquid. Again - all this for a crowd of friends that typically drinks high-end wine.
3. Searched for sculptured cats dressed in different costumes and sitting on various buildings in a small town near Davis.
4. Ran into one of Steve's long-lost childhood friends on the Golden Gate bridge, nearly halfway across. Jubilant reunion followed with the rest of us watching on in awe.
5. Played loud Mamba music while shaking those shaky Mexican music instruments that you always make in kindergarten (can never remember what they're called) while dancing wildly around Pat's (Steve's mom) art studio.
6. Opened stockings and Christmas gifts as if it were Christmas morning, even though it was 75 degrees outside and even though Christmas was technically three months ago. Technically.
There was more randomness, I'm sure. But these were the highlights.
P.S. Have you ever noticed how creepy hotel pools are when you're the only one in them?
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