California…
June 9th, 2006...was fantastic. We stayed in Chico, which is way up in northern Cali – about 90 minutes north of Sacramento or 8 hours north of Los Angeles. It was a week of great physical exercise and extraordinary gastronomic delights. I played 3-on-3 basketball with people who were way out of my league (almost all of them had played on their high school teams, and some had played college ball). For those of you that know me and my basketball ability, this is laughable. But it was also fun. I also swam, lifted weights, and went on an 8-mile hike. Essentially, we packed more exercise into a week than I normally get in a month. Good times. But then, we had to do this in order to make up for the amount we ate. Everything I ingested was like the food of the gods. Take, for instance, this fruit tray, expertly and artistically arraged by my talented wife:
Yes, those are fudge-covered strawberries. Everything we ate was that good. Wow.
So anyway, we had a great time. I’ll post some more pictures from the trip later if I ever get internet access at home.
Unfortunately, my friends, I believe my ultra-reliable gray Subarubaru will at last be forced to retire to its final resting place. Someone rear-ended us on the way home from the airport, causing my airbag to deploy. There was really no other damage. In a normal car, this would mean they’d just replace the airbag and be done with it. But my car is literally worth less than the cost of parts and labor for replacing the airbag, so I believe they will total it. This is disturbing mostly because apart from a complete miracle, I will not be able to find another reliable car that gets comparable gas milage for whatever pittance the other insurance company gives me. Well, God will provide something, I’m sure.
C’mon folks. You didn’t even mention the HIGHLIGHT of your trip….. THE NATIONAL YO-YO MUSEUM. I’m disapointed to say the least…...
you will have to bring your new wheels back to the ‘ville so it too can rest upon the hallowed bridge.
J: (in strongbad voice) I mean, of course the yo-yo museum was the best part of the trip. probably. We just needed you there to help us properly appreciate it. :)
B: Tempting, very tempting. Did I ever tell you that by the end of that year—after my car, my couch, and all my boxer shorts disappeared, and all the furniture from the floor lounge magically levitated into my room—I started removing my battery from my car to prevent the poor Subarubaru from mysteriously parking itself in less-than-ideal locations? I deserve to have a serious complex about the nature of physical objects’ mobility.
goodness those cedar-villans are a promiscuous bunch! what with bachelor party and wedding night horror stories, and now this. Glad you enjoyed your time on the left-coast, get to march in any pride parades while you were up there in NorCal? heheh.
ACB: Oh, definitely, they’re rowdy. I’d just like to point out, however, that the honeymoon horror story participants weren’t necessarily cedarpeeps – that’s just a true story our marriage counselor told us (it involved some poor couple’s fun-loving but obviously insane friend who planned to hide in their honeyroom suite, scare them when they first arrived, and then leave them alone—but his plans went afoul and he ended up being too embarrassed to leave, so he was stuck hiding in there and they didn’t know).
As for pride parades: Chico is a little different than SF, bro. Any pride parades they have are probably for yo-yos, Sierra Nevada, and the Chico Outlaws.
i am having flashbacks of your wickedly impressive basketball moves when you were part of a little-known team called the beefcakes….. the “spaz triscuit” will rise again.
Hahaha… the funniest part was you girls forming a cheerleading team, dubbing yourselves \”the scrub squad,\” and wearing operating room attire. You know, we all never lacked for creativity. Talent, perhaps, but never creativity. :) Can you believe that was nine years ago?