The trip from San Francisco back to Santa Cruz with Liz and Brian was pretty rough. I was terribly embarrassed to ask Brian to pull over at the first exit after the San Francisco airport, but it would have been even more embarrassing to barf all over Liz’s backseat.
I didn’t throw up after all, but it was not a pleasant ride. I was only too happy to watch a few episodes of Supernatural, pass out on Liz’s couch, and sleep in late the next morning.
I was pretty beat when I finally did wake up, and Liz was patient while I hobbled after her around the neighborhood. We looked at a lagoon!
Duck!
Which is right next to a sewage treatment center, but anyway.
We ate lunch at Cafe Brasil: beef steaks topped with poached eggs, tomato, and cheese! With potatoes! And booze!
Mimosas!
After eating too much breakfast, we hit the beach.
Chillaxin'!
All in all it was a relaxed day, that ended with some za (one of my favorite legit Scrabble words) from Pizza My Heart (I love a good pun), and more Jensen Ackles. I mean Supernatural.
Flowers!
Sea Lion!