You cant start a vacation without clean clothes, so before I left I did laundry
We showed up at Alex's house around 2 am and watched American Psycho before passing out. This was how Mike felt getting up the next morning
Alex had a window that looked out over the street. It wouldn't have been anything special if not for all the kooks walking around the area.
Case in point. Mongo pusher number 1.
I know it looks like hes stopped, but hes mid push right now. That's a powerful one.
Kooks generally travel in packs around Santa Barbara.
Most skateboarding kooks here either ride extremely long boards or extremely short boards with giant wheels for extra steeze
Besides skateboards, people also like to ride bikes. Some even have nasty looking trailers attached
And the bicycle of choice for the youth of Santa Barbara? The scourge known as the beach cruiser.
Surfers also skedaddled past the window frequently
Community service is a bitch.
The cops kept everything orderly
After creepily taking pictures of people from Alex's window, Mike and I decided to find adventure on bikes of our own
Mike called the normal bike...
and I got stuck with the beach cruiser... what a bummer.
We were off and riding
Mike was loving it
I was too
We stopped at Super Cucas for some breakfast
Mike got tacos and I got a breakfast burrito. The general consensus was that the place was "meh"
After breakfast we biked onward
Bud Light, the official sponsor of Santa Barbara. Just kidding. It's Natural Ice.
We stopped back at Alex's place so Mike could get something and I took more pictures of the beach cruiser infestation
To the beach!
We stopped to ponder the magnificence of the ocean
Well, I did. Mike stopped to ponder the magnificence of his iphone
It was pretty nice
It was also a tsunami hazard zone
There were lots of folks on the beach despite the danger of tsunamis
We didn't stay long, and after our short rest we were back on the road
We stopped at the Elephant Bar
Alex was working hard and we didn't want to distract him, so we didn't stay too long
From there we went and checked up on Mike's private jet
Everything was in order at the airport so we went back to the beach and harassed this pelican.
"C'mere little buddy"
Mike made friends with it
I wanted to touch it, but it was terrified of my shirtlessness
When we were finished with the beach we saw this prime example of irony take place
It was quite possibly the most absurd thing I've ever photographed
After witnessing that, we laughed all the way to the liquor store where we bought a 12 pack
Then we went back to Alex's and gargoyled on his balcony... What? You thought we actually bought the 12 pack of 40s? You crazy.
Better make it to b-ball practice on time, bro.
What the hell is this dude running back to his car for?
Of course! Its a surfboard emergency!
Better run in the middle of the street to go catch those waves, broseph.
And then Mike's limo came by to pick us up. Thanks jeeves.
There were shoes all over the telephone wires here. Someone with a giant stick could come by, grab all those shoes and then sell them to buffalo for a small fortune.
Mongo pusher number two! These pictures represent just a fraction of the mongo pushers in Santa Barbara. I'd say a good 50% of people push mongo there. No exaggeration.
"Why do you think everyone is calling us gay, bro?" "No idea."
When class gets out the streets look like this
Sadly, this was not the only rollerblader I saw while in the SB.
Alex walked up on us in our gargoyle position. He had just gotten off of work and was ready to go do stuff that evening. With that, Mike and I stepped off our perches and prepared for the events that lay ahead...