WTF Weekend: FU OC

It was an OC weekend for me. My cousin’s friends from Hawaii decided to stay their last few days in Huntington Beach so a few other friends and I decided to throw together an impromptu pub crawl of sorts on Main Street on Friday. Maybe it’s been years or my tastes have really changed but WTF man, Main Street is a meat market and not in a random party with good looking people kinda way. I’m talking ghetto slab. As in slab of meat. We hopped a few bars before we settled on a less crowded one, I can’t even remember the name, we were drawn in by offers of $3 shots which turned out to be really shitty Sex on the Beach – we opted for Patron instead.

My favorite part of the evenings were the drives. I came down from the Westside and we fast tracked at home, pulled over somewhere near commerce to pee near the off-ramp and shot gunned recession beers in the car before hitting main street. On the way home I stopped by Molca Salsa and ordered super nachos and a fish burrito. I got through half of both and started to head home when narcolepsy reared its ugly head and breathed a dragon toke of sandman swiss in my face. We Motel 6′d the shoulder of three off ramps before finally making it home at 5:30 am.

I was asked to whip up batches of Soju for a friend’s wedding reception and to be clear: flavored soju, I’m not exactly conjuring up vats of fermenting sweet potatoes in my pockets. We decided to have a tasting to see what flavors proved to be popular – in Irvine. The soon to be bride lives out there so I made another monster trek down to play soju time for a party. 6 batches and a Rock Band concert later we had two cops knocking at our door telling us to keep it down.

And seriously, a pre-printed form? You have got to be kidding me.

Orange County, you suck.