TTLG USA (CA) 2007 - I'm coming for you. OH WTF SAN FRANCISCO - by David
Scots Taffer on 23/8/2007 at 05:02
you just get to work on :stitch:
Gingerbread Man on 23/8/2007 at 05:02
IM DOIN IT :grr:
PigLick on 23/8/2007 at 05:36
awesome stories guys, fucking jealous as all hell. Bring on the OZ Meet! .....please
scumble on 23/8/2007 at 09:03
An epic congregation! Much as I may have liked to attend, I think I would have died from the alcohol consumption. I'm a terrible lightweight.
Stitch on 23/8/2007 at 13:59
Quote Posted by Gingerbread Man
oh right I totally forgot about the police :D
yeah me too wait what
37637598 on 23/8/2007 at 21:43
Quote Posted by scumble
I'm a terrible lightweight.
One word:
Cheap.
Gingerbread Man on 23/8/2007 at 22:08
Here are some more pictures of various things and probably in no particular order.
Santa Cruz etcSee, after that fateful breakfast (the one Fafhrd missed by inches, the one with three hilariously sleep-deprived savages trying to stop giggling long enough to jam some pancakes and coffee in their toothy mouths) Dave, Starrfall, and I zipped southward in a trusty red Honda Civic. I don't think any of us got pictures of the drive down the Pacific Coast Highway, but take my word that it's very pretty.
Destination: Sunset Beach. Which is near Watsonville. Which is where, apparently, a full 1% of the Ford Shelby Mustangs are... they say they only made 200, and we saw two of them in this little town between Santa Cruz and Monterey.
We set up our new tent.
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http://www.ttlg.com/gbm/manfran/giantTent.jpgAnd we established our base camp.
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http://www.ttlg.com/gbm/manfran/aldruhn.jpgNot pictured: Dave's awesome and huge self-inflating air mattress. Because he didn't have one. OLOLOLLOLL
Actually, both of the tents were pretty goddamned awesome. Right under a big tree. Which, as anyone who remembers the last time I went camping at Sunset Beach can already easily guess, I absolutely
cracked my stupid bald head on. To the point that it made a scab through my hat. (The fact that I had to be told all about this injury a day later by my wife has nothing to do with this story.)
So we had beer and we made burgers and big juicy sausages, and in the morning we went to the aquarium in Monterey. That's where the Bucket of Fire happened. I also took many more shitty pictures of jellyfish. Here are some of them:
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http://www.ttlg.com/gbm/manfran/jally1.jpgInline Image:
http://www.ttlg.com/gbm/manfran/jally2.jpgInline Image:
http://www.ttlg.com/gbm/manfran/jally3.jpgI could make an entire photo album of shitty pictures of jellyfish.
Then back to camp for more beer, kebabs, and pilaf. We forgot to make S'mores because we were all a bit too interested in staring at the Milky Way.
The next day we went north a bit to Santa Cruz to check out the boardwalk.
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http://www.ttlg.com/gbm/manfran/boardwalk.jpgWe marvelled at the idea of Deep Fried Twinkies. And then marvelled at the man who was apparently really fucking eager to get his lips around a deep fried Twinkie. If you know what I mean.
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http://www.ttlg.com/gbm/manfran/twinkies.jpgSanta Cruz Boardwalk has Shug's all-time favourite ride, as well.
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http://www.ttlg.com/gbm/manfran/men.jpgRug Burn Junky on 23/8/2007 at 22:13
OK, 2 tents.
The question: Did you leave poor David to sleep alone in the wilderness whilst you two snuggled together in your love den, or did you split up into boys and girls tents so that your fierce wife could protect herself while you and David consummated your forbidden admin love?
Gingerbread Man on 23/8/2007 at 22:18
Let's just say that I had to leave my socks outside.
