Haiku-a-Day Challenge: Week 12

I've actually started thinking about my day in 17 syllable recaps. This is normal for me now.

Caturday 9/24/2011
Mapparium trip
Huge crazy stained glass spheroid
Jessie's potluck too!

Sunday 9/25/2011
Day trip to Portland
L.L. Bean and breweries
Shipyard still owns it

Monday 9/26/2011
Spirit of Boston
Classing it up on a boat
Brought flippy-floppies

Tuesday 9/27/2011
Kickball Champions
Probably broke my ankle
Ow ow fuck ow ow

Wednesday 9/28/2011
Shit's getting swollen
all up in here: ankles suck
Walking is the worst

Thursday 9/29/2011
Tore some ligaments
At least it's brinner potluck
Bacon everywhere

Friday 9/30/2011
MRI results
Seven torn-up ligaments
One bone contusion

Lake Tahoe: There is SNOW in California?

Weekend of Nov. 29, 2009

Lake Tahoe

(this link is secret and you're not invited)

After visiting Train for lunch, I drove back down to San Jose to meet up with Jimmy. We went out and got some Indian food for dinner (I had previously harbored an intense hatred of Indian food, but I started coming around to it. I decided that I wanted to make some changes in my life, and some of those changes included "eating more kinds of food." Curry still smells like shit though). After my tastebuds had finished their "what the fuck what that?" sensation, we took a trip to this really flat field near Jimmy's house to go MOTHERFUCKING KITE FLYING.

I was singing Mary Poppins songs ALL DAY

So we get back to his house and I'm like "want to drive up to Lake Tahoe for the night?" and he was like "sure." So we did that. We called a cheap hotel on the way and drove the three-ish hours over an extremely snowy highway with no ledge protection... so if our car wanted to slide off the road, it was going to. And then we'd gracefully tumble down the side of the mountain to what I assume would be an extremely firey death.
But that didn't happen because Soup is an amazing car. We made it to our hotel and learned that, hey, it's been snowing at Lake Tahoe for quite some time. And it's frickin freezing. I'm glad I had the ONE sweatshirt I brought to California. We had a few beers in the hotel room and went to bed soon thereafter.
The next day was adventure day: our plan was to drive around the lake (we were on the south side, so we'd drive up through Nevada, cross over into California, and then head back from the southern exit). We learned that Lake Tahoe is beautiful.

"I bet I can jump to that tree from here"

There were plenty of great viewing spots. We drove up one mountain to get a better look of the entire lake area, because I'll be DAMNED if I see only sections of the lake at a time!

After several unsuccessful timer photos, we finally asked somebody to take a picture of us

We took a few paths down to the lake itself at times. It was clear blue and looked SO FRIGGN NICE. Well... the parts that weren't frozen. Then we crossed back over to the California side of the lake. Noticeably prettier, and way less casinos.

I prefer the California side. So does Soup (Soup is a car and can't give a thumbs-up, just trust me on this).

It was about this time that my car started beeping at me and flashing a warning indicator that I had never seen before. It was the low-tire pressure, and it completely freaked me out, because THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE ANYTHING HELPFUL. It was just the cold air fucking with my tire pressure, so we filled up some air and went on our merry way. We grabbed some grub at a little place by the lake, and then continued on our journey. It doesn't take that long to drive around the lake, but it is really fun with a lot of great views: I'd definitely recommend it.

This is right after our snowball fight. We're friends again.

Inspiration Point truly... inspired me

Completing our 360 degree journey, we then drove back to San Jose, where I dropped Jimmy off at home and then headed back to beautiful Hanford after a great week off of work. Sorry, I meant "work."

I'm glad a blizzard didn't come while we were visiting. Because that would have made our trek back QUITE difficult.

Haiku-a-Day Challenge: Week 11

Katie Rizz said that I was originally missing the "initial banter" before my poems for this week. So I'm added that last sentence. And that one. And that one. And that. And that. And that.

I hope this is acceptable. Because I am NOT editing this again.

Caturday 9/17/2011
Long flag football haul
New running shoes for cheaps! Yay!
Sushi too? Full day!

Sunday 9/18/2011
First triathlon sprint
Oceans are cold and taste bad
At least I survived

Monday 9/19/2011
Poster confusion
Complicated thesis shit
Extra work: NOT COOL

Tuesday 9/20/2011
In thesis beast mode
Take a break for free ice cream
Fuck you, shoulder pain

Wednesday 9/21/2011
Muscles exploding
Much needed shoulder massage
Prolonged fluids class

Thursday 9/22/2011
Made delicious food
and insane pumpkin cupcakes
nom nom nom nom nom
Have I mentioned that I'm a master at poetry?

Friday 9/23/2011
Edifice-warming
No-Pants party at Katie's
Going to wreck shit

For your enjoyment: MOAR Exciting Bathroom Tales at Work!

THIS JUST HAPPENED. And it is hilarious and weird. I think those are the only two options when it comes to things that describe me.

I went to the bathroom to expunge the waste from my delicious lunch and to catch up on some iphone games. As the backlight on my phone is still nonexistent due to a common "biking through a thunderstorm" incident 2 months ago, the only games I can now play are Connect-4 and Sudoku. I went with Connect-4. Before I knew it, I passed the fuck out dozed off. It must have been as a result of my exclusive "thesis and triathlon" anti-sleep lifestyle. I was exhausted.

No more than three minutes later I LAUGHED MYSELF awake. I awoke surprised, my head leaning against the side of the stall, to the moderately loud resonance of my own laughter echoing throughout the bathroom. The last thing I remember was a dream in which I was arguing BBQ etiquette to a group of talking forest creatures. I realized how entirely ridiculous the situation MID-DREAM and burst out laughing.

I can only speculate as to what was going through the minds of anybody who happened to be in the bathroom when it erupted with surprise dream-laughter.

Thanksgiving in San Francisco

Week of Nov. 27, 2009

San Francisco

(Mama and Papa Sevs are prominently featured in these pictures. DON'T MISS IT.)

The original family got together in San Francisco (my parents had never been to the west coast before) for the week of Thanksgiving. I say "the original family" because Jessticles couldn't fly out, so it was just the rest of the family before we added her to the mix. We ended up doing all the cool stuff in SF that I've heard about, so once again, I have conquered another part of the world.

Those are some genes you can set your watch to

I drove up after staying at Jimmy's place in San Jose and met with Mama and Papa Sevs at the Argonaut Hotel. This place is awesome for several reasons: it is a 2 minute walk from the Historical Maritime Park (the National Park Service tends to get me to dangerously high levels of stoke) and Ghirardelli Square AND they have a free wine "tasting" for 2 hours every day. Let me just say: you are staying at a great hotel if you and your parents can drink 4 free glasses of wine each and get a buzz right before dinner every single day.
First thing we did was drive over to Muir Woods. They have some enormous Sequoias there, and my parents were all "holy fuck." Plus it was a pretty easy stroll, so even my Dad could handle it.

"And these are called... 'trees?' Interesting..."

After enjoy some awesome trees (is that a hobby?) we went over to the Marin heights (is that what it's called? shit I don't know). It has great views of the Golden Gate Bridge, and my parents enjoyed it thoroughly. Well, mostly. My Mom got a little afraid of heights...

My Mom opted to stay as far away from the ledge as possible

After the Marin escapade, we went back to the hotel for some obligatory wine and Dungeness Crabs (so fucking delicious). As the Sun was setting, we went around the corner to Hyde Street Pier to look at the Historical Maritime Park. There were some really cool boats and if you walk along the dock you get a really cool view of the city.

The Ghirardelli sign just lit up! SUNSETS!!!

We may have gone to Ghirardelli Square for chocolates/ice cream later at night, but I don't really remember. It was almost two years ago. Sometimes my brain decides to forget things.
The next morning was a little foggy, but we decided to walk down along the pier area. There were some old warships, an "arcade museum" (they had the fortune teller from "Big" and some other crazy carnival-esque contraptions there), and then went over to Pier 39 to say hi to all the Sea lions.

The odor here was... less than attractive

I'm pretty sure I ate some sourdough bread somewhere for lunch. SF knows what they're doing in the sourdough bread department. Then my Mom and I took a bus tour around the city while my Dad went the lazy route to go take a nap at the hotel. Standard.

The seafood is so good that we didn't even go to In N Out Burger the entire week! I don't think I'm ok with that.

I think the rest of the night was pretty calm. I went and checked out the Hyde Street Pier for Sunset and we ate some stuffs? Free hotel wine probably happened too.
The next morning we walked down to the Ferry building because we had tickets to go over to Alcatraz.

It was a lot like the movie "The Rock." Unfortunately, there was significantly less Sean Connery though. Fortunately, there was also less Nicholas Cage.

I remember being all "oh this stuff is pretty cool" when I did the audio tour: hearing the escape attempts and whatnot.

They put me in solitary confinement because I was being... I don't know... too rambunctious? I guess we'll go with that for now.

After the Alcatraz excursion, we hopped a ferry over to Sausalito for dinner. Shit got quaint all up in there. There were random little stores that made my Mom go "ooo look it's another antique shop! So exciting!" And I think I got lobster for dinner.

Classing it UP

After dinner we headed back and walked home. And I'm pretty sure I got some chocolate over at Ghirardelli Square before I called it a night.

While it was cool to see a huge freakin tree in San Francisco, it wasn't even Thanksgiving yet. CALM DOWN EVERYBODY.

The next morning we explored some more of the city. We drove over to Alamo Square to check out the famous Painted Ladies (featured in that shitty show Full House).

They aren't mansions, but I guarantee these things cost insane amounts of money

Then we went to a museum near the Chinese Tea Garden to see a King Tut exhibit. It was really amazing seeing everything, but they didn't actually have the mummy, which... I guess I kind of expected to see. Oh well. Then we headed into the Tea Garden, walked around the ponds/bridges/plants and ate some fortune cookies.

They are just stairs, Dad. They're not that difficult.

So yeah, shit was lovely, we had a nice little tea party snack, then we GTFO'd and went to Baker's Beach just for shits. It had a really great view of the Golden Gate Bridge (apparently I love this fucking bridge).

San Francisco, your ocean is on the wrong side. Work on that.

Driving back to the hotel was QUITE THE CHALLENGE. Mostly because the hills I was driving up were so steep that I thought gravity was going to be too much for my engine torque. It turns out that my car, Soup, was able to handle it. AND we drove down the windiest road in the country: Lombard Street.

This road has switchbacks because it's so steep

We celebrated this amazing feat in a typical manner: with ice cream sundaes at Ghirardelli Square (this has become standard).

OMNOMNOM

Oh yeah! We had scheduled a bus tour of Napa and Sonoma Valley wine tastings the next day! Not having to drive = MOAR BOOZE. We actually had some really good wine. We stopped at four vineyards, and I'm pretty sure I was tipsy all day.

A couple of champions right here

This is what happens when you drink with Mama and Papa Sevs

Ok California, I get it. You're amazing. STOP BEING SO BEAUTIFUL.

The bus driver, a really strange dude who talked out of the side of his mouth (kind of reminded me of the antagonist in Men in Black) stopped at a few good lookouts on our way back to the city.

Mom, seriously. You're nowhere near the edge. Calm down.

If you think the tale of classiness and cuisine ends there, then you are SORELY mistaken my friend. We were walking home and decided to fill our tummies with delectable foodstuffs. We happened upon a seemingly unassuming restaurant called Scoma's, but in reality it was the BEST FUCKING RESTAURANT IN SAN FRANCISCO. Seriously, the seafood was insane. I got garlic crab - potentially the best crab I've ever eaten.
The next day was Thanksgiving, so my Mom and I went on a walking tour of the city. She likes to claim that we walked hundreds of miles through... I don't know, deserts or something, but it was just a few miles and it was FINE. We went by Lombard Street and up the hill to Coit Tower. This tower I think is the highest structure in the city, dedicated to firefighters? It looked like a firehose nozzle, so... I don't know. Maybe. There were a ton of wild parrots up there.

I asked them to pose for me and they said "ok."

It was a really cool view of the city from up there.

Me: "hey let's walk over there" Mom: "how far is it?" Me: "...don't worry about it."

We then walked down the hill into North Beach - the Italian district. We had some lunch at a place called the Stinking Rose. Their thing was to put shitloads of garlic into EVERYTHING. No joke. My Mom ordered something called "40 Clove Chicken Breast." My kind of place. It was delicious. I needed some industrial strength gum after that meal. We walked by the really thin building (shit, I can't remember the name, whatever) where the Godfather was written. It was cool though. We then meandered into Chinatown, right nearby. We kind of wandered around, the tallest people for BLOCKS, until we came across a little hole-in-the-wall place in a tiny ally. This is where fortune cookies were first invented.

These cookies were DERICIOUS

I bought a bag and ate half of them. The other half is still in my glove compartment. Almost two years later... We then went a tiny bit further to see city hall.

The number of homeless people per square foot in this area is staggering.

Mom was getting all "my feet have blisters from walking so much," so we went back to the hotel. Good thing too, because it was about time for our "alternative" Thanksgiving dinner. We had a four-course meal at a Chinese-fusion (not sure what it's fused with. hydrogen?) restaurant. It wasn't bad. I think I was really in the mood for a traditional Thanksgiving meal though. But it was cool to try something new. We went to an Irish pub right near the hotel after dinner. I bought my parents some Irish coffee (the only coffee I like) and then drunkenly conversed with some German people. I spouted all the German I know, so the conversation probably went something like:
"Good evening."
"Hello."
"I speak a little German."
"That's really good blah blah blah talking too fast."
"I have one year of German."
"talking too fast"
"I don't understand."
"Where are you from?"
"Philadelphia. nonsensical gibberish"
"talking too fast"
"Goodbye."

Our last day we really took it easy. I think just walked around the area, listened to the homeless guy who sings rap songs about people he sees, probably ate some food. My parents were tired, so I went over to the Golden Gate because I wanted to walk across it. I had an unhealthy attraction to that bridge. So I walked across during Sunset. It was great.

When I got back, we made the decision to go back to Scoma's, because HOLY CRAP. Are you kidding me? That food was so good. I got the exact same thing I did two nights before and it did NOT disappoint.
That was it for my parents, so the next morning I bid them farewell and went about my merry way. Where was my merry way? North to Marin to visit Lauren "L-Train" Schliessman at the school she worked at. We had a nice cafeteria lunch together, shot the shit, and enjoyed her school's gorgeous campus. MUST HAVE BEEN REAL TOUGH GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL THERE, TRAIN. But that about sums up my Great San Francisco Adventure. I still had a couple days off work, so I went back down to San Jose to meet up with Jimmy again. More adventures to follow.

This is the time I went to the Golden Gate Bridge and didn't urinate on it. Still cool I guess.

Haiku-a-Day Challenge: Week 10

Holy crap I've been doing this for 10 weeks already? WHERE IS ALL MY POETRY MONEY?

Caturday 9/10/2011
First flag football game
Followed by beer and steak tips
Such an awesome night

Sunday 9/11/2011
Went to Paul's beach house
I nom'd too many cheese poofs
Orange voms in sand

Monday 9/12/2011
Nadkarni's birthday
Fajitas and 'Ritas: yum
Might be getting sick

Tuesday 9/13/2011
Box seats at Fenway
Greatest baseball game ever
Free food and beer helped

Wednesday 9/14/2011
Work, class, then homework
Thesis too; not a fun day
Fuck. Getting sick. Fuck.

Thursday 9/15/2011
A legit sick day
Working all night killed my health
Time to do thesis!

Friday 9/16/2011
Semi-healthy: yay
Molly et. al. reunion
Cheap oysters tonight!

Random day in LA for no reason

Nov. 20, 2009

Los Angeles

(Mostly pictures of the Hollywood Sign and Wooly Mammoths)

Due to the fact that my very LIFE was a vacation living out in California, I actually had a lot of vacation days built up, so I decided to take this Friday off to go dick around somewhere in Southern Cali. It was the Friday right before the week of Thanksgiving, and Papa and Mama Sevs were coming out to San Francisco for the week, so I was all "GUESS WHAT, I'm extending this vacation." So yeah, I got up real early on Friday and drove down to LA. That's something a normal person would do, right?
First thing I did was drive up to the Hollywood sign, because the last time I was there it was super dark and looked real shitty. This time it was significantly better conditions.

This is about as close as you can get by just randomly driving around a neighborhood

Not too crazy. I then went down into the city to see the La Brea tar pits. Smelled pretty terrible, but it was interesting to see.

"Saaaave meeee Jeebus!"

They even had a cool little museum about prehistoric animals caught in tar pits! I got in for free with my military ID (working on a naval base has its perks) and saw DINOSAUR BONES w000000t! You could even see the labs where research was being done.

These are the true miracle workers of Jurassic Park

It was about that time that I said to myself "Self, you should go check out the beaches. I hear they are pretty 'fly.'" (That's what the kids are calling it these days, right?) Venice Beach is pretty awesome. Quintessential California beach: people playing volleyball, teenagers skateboarding, ROLLERBLADES EVERYWHERE. I hung out there, then drove up the Pacific Coast Highway past a bunch of other really cool beaches. So stereotypical. But so beautiful.

Pacific Coast Highway: great road, or GREATEST road?

I decided to spend the night at Jimmy's place, who lives in San Jose, near San Francisco. That would get me closer to the city to meet my parents when they arrived at their hotel the next day. It was an awesome day, so I drove up the Pacific Coast Highway most of the way to San Jose. This is something every American should do in their lives. Preferably with a convertible. It's just so... I can't think of a descriptive enough word, so I'm going with my fallback here: AWESOME. Sure I spent about $40 in gas that day. TOTALLY WORTH IT. I got to Jimmy's place around the time the Sun set, so we just hung out at his place for the night.

Haiku-a-Day Challenge: Week 9

Haikus: greatest method of recapping ever? Yes.

Caturday 9/3/2011
Hong Kong hangover
Jordan arrives: Joe's pool day
North End for dinner

Sunday 9/4/2011
Smashing our brains out
Brunch, BBQ, pumpkin beer
Smash: I love that game

Monday 9/5/2011
Ball Square Cafe brunch
SO FUCKING GOOD. It's insane.
Goodbyes to D. Haus

Tuesday 9/6/2011
Replace pilfered bike
Can't buy bikes when it's raining
Burritos instead

Wednesday 9/7/2011
Advanced Fluids? UGH.
Last Tufts class started tonight
Sleep: I will miss you...

Thursday 9/8/2011
Small camping potluck
First game of football tonight
Fall is upon us

Friday 9/9/2011
Med center session
My shoulder is killing me
But hey: free massage

I take back every negative thing I've ever said about San Diego

Weekend of Nov. 15, 2009

San Diego

(There are adorbs seals in this album. Just sayin')

Hogan and I flew back from our aircraft carrier adventure into LA and drove down to San Diego to stay with Ryan, another bro from work who was on assignment on at North Island, on Coronado. We got in pretty late and just crashed in Ryan's room, because he was living with some crazy woman with an insane apartment. We got up and IMMEDIATELY ate delicious street tacos - best tacos I've ever had.

It definitely competes with Hanford's "Taco Tuesdays." Less busty bartenders, more children selling tacos out of a parked truck. Regardless: SO DERICIOUS.

Then we were like "well? What should we do now? Oh I know, let's go surfing." November? Who cares. It's San fucking Diego. German for "a whale's vagina." It is consistently 75 degrees and perfect weather YEAR-ROUND. Hell yes we went surfing. I actually got up on the board a few times; I'm counting it. Twas fun.

Ryan, put that away

We had some food I'm sure at some point (probably more tacos), and then we went downtown to a bar where they do goldfish racing. You put your goldfish in these long tracks with water in them and blow bubbles behind them with a straw to make them go forward. Tournament style - best goldfish wins.

This is Fish Taco. He lost in the first round. Thanks bro.

The next morning was the day after Veteran's Day and we had to go to "work." This meant we went along with Eddie and Dan, who were on assignment at Miramar at the time, to go "work on" F18 legacy engines. It was a lot of what Hogan and I did at Lemoore, except with an older engine. It was cool being at the place where they filmed Top Gun, but there weren't nearly enough shirtless dudes playing volleyball. But anyways, after about 3 hours we didn't have anything to do and decided to take our leave. We got some more tacos (there is a theme here) at a restaurant called "Mexican Food." It was... exquisite and terrible all wrapped up into one diarrhea-inducing burrito.
With the rest of the day open, Hogan, Eddie and I went over to Sunset Cliffs and Cabrillo. Great tide-pooly beachy areas. Cabrillo has an especially awesome lookout over the city.

The North Island military base is close by, so helicopters are fairly abundant

Definitely not my worst work day ever

Then we came back, bummed around Ryan's place on Coronado (fun fact: the bridge from San Diego to Coronado is the bridge that Baxter was kicked off in Anchorman. You're welcome), and had food... somewhere. Then Hogan, Ryan, Eddie, and I went to a few bars in the Candle Light District (is that a thing? I think I remember it being called that, but I'm not positive). Played some pool, had some beer. Life was pretty great that night. Hangovers in tow, we then went into work with Ryan to the base on Coronado, North Island. This was mostly blackhawk and seahawk helicopters. We took a tour and then stood around while they were testing one of the engines on a blackhawk. The gusts it was whipping up were friggn strong. Then we got to climb around a bit on the helicopter to pretend to look like we knew what we were doing. False.
Similar to Miramar, we left "early" (i.e. before lunch). At this point, Ryan wanted to... I don't know... pay bills or something? Either way, he was being classic Weaksauce. So Hogan and I went to the San Diego Zoo. DEFINITELY the best zoo I've ever been to. Pandas and tigers and koalas and polar bears! COME ON.

If you are a fatass Panda, how do you just PASS OUT in a couple of branches? Good lord.

My favorite part of the visit was seeing turtles having sex, and then watching some parents trying to explain to their 5-year-old what was happening. In fact, you might want to watch here, because the sounds these things make is just... oh man it's just perfect.

What else did we see? Panda cubs, a snake eating a mouse, Tapirs trying to mate. All in all I'd say it was a pretty great time. OH YEAH. Also, the Eagles were in town playing the Chargers, so there were a ton of Eagles fans all over the place. It was awesome. Great trip.

That's what the babies look like. Almost dead-on.

Before it got dark, we wandered around Balboa Park for a little bit. They had a bunch of cool buildings, some flowers, statues. It was quite pleasant indeed.

Gettin artsy with the photos

Last thing we did in Balboa Park was to check out the Rose and Cactus Garden. Just kind of wandered around. Not having responsibilities is great.

I started getting REAL GOOD at the timer on my camera...

After our "jumping around a bunch of cacti" adventures, Hogan and I returned to Ryan's place and decided to do a spur of the moment power hour while watching Anchorman. Good decisions. We then took a ferry over downtown, which was hilarious because at this point we were all feeling a little wacky and we took about a billion pictures of ourselves being idiots.

Land ahoy

When we arrived, we started climbing some random bulldozers that we saw (clearly making some good choices) and then went to Little Italy for some pizza and energy drinks. Don't want to start falling asleep, do we?

Store in the front, restaurant in the back. This is... normal?

After some delicious pizza, we hit a few bars. I don't recall all that much except being moderately hungover while playing soccer the next morning. So I guess it was a good night.
We took a trip up to Mount Soledad, which had a great view of the surrounding coast. It was a cool place to see. Also saw some dude propose to his girlfriend up there. Not a bad spot to pop the question. Still though... spew.

Oh more perfect weather, San Diego? Surprise surprise.

We then drove to a cove at La Jolla, which was pretty quintessential Southern California coast. There were a few beaches where seals liked to laze about, and they were insanely adorbs, so we hung around just laughing at their methods of locomotion.

AWWWWWWWWWWWW

Wow, I forgot what a packed day this was. After the seals we went up to where para-gliders (what I did in France) jump off the cliff. It was... motherfucking gorgeous? Is that the phrase I'm looking for? Yes, yes it is. The Sun setting over the ocean was almost as cool as seeing the para-gliders floating around the cliff area.

Your argument is invalid

As if we didn't do enough that day, we then checked out Old Town. We didn't spend that much time there, but we found a pretty good Mexican place for dinner with bathtub-sized margaritas. I'm going to vote "yes" on Old Town.
Now that we were full of margarita and Mexican food, we went back to Ryan's place to try out a little something we learned from Always Sunny in Philadelphia: wine in a soda can.

Looks fine in public, and now I can make violent hand gestures and not spill any on myself!

The dangerous thing about wine in a soda can is that you really can't tell how much you've had. And in the case of Hogan and Ryan, it was an underestimated amount. They were out their respective boxes. We went to a few bars, and in the end they ended up throwing free popcorn into each others beers.

Bottoms up. Omnomnom.

We took a cab back to Coronado after there, where I think I was the only person capable of forming memories. And what great memories they were! Right as we got out of the cab, both Hogan and Ryan dropped a serious barf on the sidewalk at the same time. It was... beautiful. We then proceeded to find eclectic ways of falling asleep: me in the fetal position on the floor, Ryan sprawled fully clothed in his bed, and Hogan clutching the toilet. Great times. And thus ends our lovely San Diego experience. Hogan and I drove back up to Lemoore the next morning (stopping at In N' Out Burger of course).