Bonfires and Crown Vics

I took a road trip to Santa Cruz with Frank & Christine to enjoy the weather. We headed into town and stopped for coffee at Pergolesi, where we met up with Scot & Liz.



Then it was on to the beach for some bonfire action. Mid-February and spring in California, and I couldn't be any more ready for it to be here. We hit up Seabright beach with some sandwiches, wine, s'mores and fir'wood. Below, one of the neighboring bonfires - not the one with the 15-year old kids talking about penises in their ears. There were even some fireworks - we assumed in celebration of Chinese New Year.



Scot was the fire dominator.

The green dot below is the lighhthouse, Great Gatsby style.
Overall, a very nice break from the normal grind. I drank some wine, smoked some weed, talked some talk, made some s'mores. The weather was perfect - not too windy or cold. The fog rolled in and it got a little damp, but the fire was warm enough to take care of the chill.

We packed up, headed to the cars and went home - the car ride back out of town reminded me of riding in the back of Jeff's 5-0 Mobile. Hip-hop blasting in the car, all the windows down, Dan's arm crooked out the front passenger window with a lit cigarette and Jeff's arms flailing wildly to the beat while he steers over the 17. Me, stoned, in the back under a blanket, not able to hear the conversation in the front, and not caring because it's entertaining enough to read their gesticulation. The lights rushing by, streaking blurs with matching circles of reflection swooping past in a frenetic pattern.