San Diego my Eggo
Dana, Diga and I just got back from a jolly good weekend in San Diego. The Bannana Bungalow is definately the place to stay if you're ever in town.
Saturday the surf was shit but we wanted to go. We were all under the impression that we would be able to get out, but no dice. If you still think it's tough to paddle out at cox bay, you've never been to mission beach. After five attempts I gave up. That night we rented these super sketchy cruiser bikes and rolled down the beach. Every other appartment was throwing a party. Dana tried to crash one, but apparently house party's on mission beach have bouncers, so once again no dice.

Sunday was much better. The waves had mellowed out and the wind died. We all made it out and had some good waves, but the paddelling killed us all.
Oh shit I almost forgot! Sunday night dinner was insane. An entire surrorety was had reseverd three quarters of the restaurant. There must have been two hundred blond Jessica Simpson look-a-likes running around in matching Phi Gamma Betta Sista t-shirts screaming "Oh my God!"

Photos to follow (of the surfing not the chicks you perv.)
- posted by Bill @ 13:25