WTF Weekend: That Was So Last Halloween and Buttonwillow Santa Barbara

The biosuits I was picking up for our costumes were used. Kinda scary. On one hand, I highly doubt they would sell anything that is still contaminated, but the thought that this suit was once possibly exposed to killer chemicals and infectious diseases did cross my mind. If I grow an extra pair of testicles, I’ll let you know. Hell, I’ll put it on Youtube.
We were the Anti-Swine Flu Team, complete with biosuits, goggles and vials of Swine Flu Vaccine aka 100 proof vodka with syringes to apply the “shots.” It was totally a hit – when we weren’t “OMG GHOSTBUSTERS” or “LOLBEASTIEBOYS.”
Emosweater and I decided to hit up Vegas on Sunday for a turnaround and catch up with the others. When we hit state line we grabbed a sixer and downed three beers a piece before we hit the strip so by the time we got to the hotel room we were nice and saucy. Kids don’t try this at home, or anywhere else for that matter.
Lavo was cool, despite the fact that I spent most of my time outside when I finally did go in and join the group groove, I had a blast, up until Fez showed up. Now I don’t know if he was spinning or just hanging out with the DJ but he kept getting on the mic every fuckin 20 seconds to say something. Dude, stop interrupting the song, just let the music play, you’re fuckin annoying. Guess he wasn’t doing much acting on that 70’s show after all.
We hit up Drais afterward, greased the cigar girl a few bucks for free passes for the ladies, got a gander at Optimus Prime and that giant fuzzy Cheshire Cat Looking guy from Where the Wild Things Are in a costume brawl when Michael Jackson showed up and kicked their asses. Then it was a parade of gay men and dancing moonrakers, when Emosweater and I decided it was time to go home or die driving there in a losing battle to slumber.
This passed weekend Emosweater and I decided it would be fun to catch up with Sketch after his Santa Barbara Half Marathon. It’s got that coastal town feeling to it, like San Deigo, which is something we should have kept in mind when we stopped at Buttonwillow to eat at Carl’s and realized we were way off course. Two and a half hours to be exact. 5 North, straight shot, I didn’t question it. In my mind it sounded right, but we probably would have ended up a few miles outside of San Jose before we realized if we didn’t stop to eat. Without sounding too existential it really was more about the journey and getting outside of LA city limits for a change of pace, which we succeeded in doing, but the downside to it was, well, Santa Barbara just felt like Orange County or San Diego. Granted we were probably setting ourselves up for the local easy stop or the tourist trap setting on Main Street – I mean that would be like us directing folks to Old Town Pasadena or 3rd Street Promenade. These are the places you hang out at when you’re not 21, from out of town or just point all the non-cool people to when you need to send them to some generic place to do stuff.
The highlight of the evening, or the downfall depending on who you talk to, was when Emosweater was totally violated by some drunk guy, so much that I totally panicked for a few seconds. My instinct was to grab his hand and drag him out of there or step in between the two to break up space, but it was Emosweater and not some girl and it was a guy that was hitting on him and it was – it was so strange. Either I was frightened by it, or caught in some eerie fascination of what was unfolding. Then at Madison’s, some chola threw some shit at the bartender right next to us and things almost went gansta. I guess the excitement really fired up this random drunk guy, who went on a freak-everyone-at-the-bar-air-humping-spree. Of course Emosweater was the first to be accosted. It was so his night.
The drive home initially was rough, we went through three or four cycles of getting drunk and sobering up that day – with drinking starting at 4 pm, which is really taxing on the body we discovered, but after a few shakes of Monster and doing the ABC’s of name that boob, we made it home.
My favorite: Dirigibles and chesticles. How I never heard of chesticles I’ll never understand. Pure genius.
Tags: half marathons, Halloween, Holiday, Santa Barbara, WTF Weekend





Final stop of the day was the Lincoln Memorial. It was a trainride and a mile walk away, but it was worth it. It was like a 3-in-1. I was able to see the Lincoln Memorial (which I thought was smaller than I imagined, but the building that housed it was huge), see a great view of the Washington Memorial with the reflection pool, and stand on the exact spot where MLK did the “I Have a Dream” speech. The steps infront of the memorial was a popular spot to just sit and enjoy the view. Looking back, damn that was a lot of walking!
When my friend got out of work, we headed to the U Street area of D.C for some dinner and drinks. I learned that there really is no “D.C.” staple food, and the culture of the city changes with every administration change. People don’t really hang out in the downtown area, but everyone just goes outward to the other neighborhoods, the U Street being one of them. It was a fairly clean neighborhood, with new restaurants resembling those of the new downtown L.A. spots. The bars were inside what looked to be old houses, with each floor being a separate hang out area. Went to several with small rooftops, but my favorite bar was “Marvin“. No, not because of the name – it was actually pretty poppin that night. The bar is actually dedicated to and named after Marvin Gaye. Music reminded me of what I’d hear at The Do-Over, with classic 90’s hip-hop, funk, and soul. Crowd was mixed with your hip-hop heads to the business types still in their button ups looking like they came from work then happy hour. It had a really fun vibe, with several bar areas with a variety of good of beers on tap, a dancefloor, and a large rooftop patio. Just outside of Marvin, on its wall (pictured here) was Shepard Fairey’s first location where he put up the famous Obama poster. It was being covered by a beam of a new building, but luckily I was able to catch a bit of it. I prefer the special urban landmarks that locals only talk about, or very non-tourist versus the obvious tourist ones, so this was a major plus in my book!
3 hours of sleep, bar hopping the night before, and what did I do? The
The night before, I decided to watch a Philadelphia Eagles vs New Orleans Saints game at Liberty Field, because I noticed I actually had time in between the end of the event and the start of the game. Why not, right? I finished a half marathon in the morning, what’s a better way to celebrate? I totally forgot that Donovan McNabb got injured the night before, so the rookie QB Cobb started. Oh great, versus Saints’ Drew Brees, this was a fun one to watch (for the non-Eagles fan, which I was). I secretly rooted for the Saints, as Brees was one of my favorite players. Final score? Eagles 22, Saints 48. A massacre for sure! Them Eagles fans really love their team, almost everyone stayed until the end, even though they were losing by more than half. I sat near some chatterboxes who swears they know all the plays and think their decisions are much better than the coaches, but overall, the energy of the fans, the excitement of the plays, made the whole experience so memorable.
I arrived at the Philly bus stop, which was about a mile away from my hotel. A few days prior, on a whim, I decided to go to the
Another instance of serendipity happened when I went back to my hotel to recharge my phone. I happened to remember a friend of a friend, who I recently met at a Team in Training fundraiser, lived in Philadelphia. So I messaged her on Facebook, and we eventually exchanged numbers. It so happened that she was only 2 blocks away from I was! She lived in the outskirts of Philly, and she doesn’t normally hang out where I was, and we thought it was crazy how we were in the same vicinity! She took me to a few bars, all of which I met some of her close friends. The bar life in Philly was alive and poppin, especially on a Saturday night. The first few bars were a good warmup, to a bar called Ladder 15, which seemed to be the “hotspot” of the city. A DJ spun the hip-hop mashups, drinks were relatively cheap, and everyone was in good spirits. I think I hit up about 5 different bars that night, and I almost forgot I had a half marathon to wake up to a few hours later!
This recap is for September 18th trip to New York, part 1, because I’m heading back in a few weeks. Tired from the concert the night before I thought I’d knock out immediately, but I ended up watching a movie, The Proposal, because they gave us a free in-flight movie for buggy TVs. I have to admit, I actually enjoyed the film, and was funnier than I thought it would be.
Day 3 was on September 17. Again, so much to do, so little time. The first day recovering from food poisoning was time lost, so this last day in Portland was spent rushing to make up for it. One last landmark I wanted to check out was