This morning opened up with a wonderfully peautiful day. Randall and I had poker plans in Los altos at 5, but had the entire day to do nothing. I assumed we'd end up hanging out at home, maybe cleaning the house, maybe going out for lunch. However around 11ish, Randall suggested we take a ridiculous detour through Santa Cruz. It had been quite some time since I'd been so I said sure.
We knew we'd be out late, and somehow this go future south, then come back north thing made sense. Not sure how, but it did.
Right before noon, we were driving thru Pacifica when Randall said be wanted to grab a coffee at the train car coffeeshop. There was a train car BBQ place there too and the line was bananas. Naturally we had to stop there and eat. The place was gorilla BBQ (as seen on food network) and the pulled pork and ribs were pretty tasty. There was a cute picnic area to eat at too, so we took our time noshing on delicious meats. It was an hour detour, but I think it was worth it. Bonus, there was a super cute thrift store next door and I found a fun pair of orange button earrings.
After the noshing, we continued up highway 1, stopping along the way for some scenic view looking. I love the way this field near pigeon point looked. I also loved the way these cows were all perched on the ledge like some gang waiting for you to make the wrong move before attacking.
All the stopping and eating and traffic left us a little crunched for time. We got to Santa Cruz around 3, i drove around the chace, and then sunk my toes in the sand. We listened to Bobby Darin down west cliff, ate a Vallarta taco, picked up some pacific cookie co cookies, grabbed marini's chocolate covered bacon for heidi, used the remaining $4 chefworks gift card (thanks amy!), debated the penny ice cream line but decided to grab mariannes on the way out, and then drove past the matterhorn. It was sort of giant whirlwind, especially since we did all that in just over an hour, but the weather was perfect and the whole thing left me wanting more. The way out on highway 17 was the same too: Sucky and forcing me to say we should leave more room between cars.
Once we made it over the hill, we unsuccessfully tried to pick up some stuff at the mini dealer and then headed to grant's house. He was hosting one last poker party before they move to the compound. I was the only gal at the table, but don't let that fool you. I'm no shark, but I lost once, came in 3rd once,'and came in 2nd on the last round. That means I broke even, which is good because Randall did not. It was a fun night with good company and tasty snacks. In fact you could sum up the day that way.
Fun with tasty snacks. There should really be more days like this in life.
Ps. Santa Cruz crew, we should rent a house for a week and have a ridiculous vacation in the sc. What says you?


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