Cause I'm going, going, back, back, to, Cali, Cali . . .

Sorry ya'll I know I haven't blogged in far too long. It's been a crazy few weeks though. First of all - don't worry, I have successfully recovered from my run, and enjoyed 13 oz of top sirloin from Outback Steakhouse.
So, the other day me and my buddy Reedo went to California. No real reason - just needed a vacation of sorts. And, I mean - it's that time of life - I'm young (relatively speaking), single, free as a bird, and a college students - just seemed like the thing to do.
We drove out on Wednesday afternoon - getting there about 10pm that night. It was my first time ever driving through 'the strip' in Vegas. Interesting - that's about the only word I can think of to describe it. Sometimes peripheral vision can truly be a curse if ya know what I mean. Well bright and early things got rolling the next morning. We were in Westminster, CA so we drove out to Huntington beach for the morning. The morning was spent watching the AVP tour (that's the association of professional volleyball players) on the beach, and then played a game ourselves. What a sight it was to see the 4 of us, topless, and white as the day we were born, running around trying to get our 'sand feet' under us. We weren't very good, but it was a blast. On the way home we went to In n' Out - I am still at a loss for words to describe the way I feel about the Double-Double Animal Style that I ordered. Incredible doesn't do it justice at all. We were greeted by a very friendly who immediately told us that she was 'very happy' that we were doing 'just fine.' When asked what we wanted the driver of the car (Reed's uncle) answered: "How about a better attitude?" Anyway - the burgers were great. We then went home, showered, and headed out to the Semi-Finals of the Men's NCAA volleyball championship. The games were good - we were pleasantly surprised by Ohio State as well as Penn State - we went in assuming neither had a chance but they actually put up some good games.



The next day was once again spent on the beach, playing beach volleyball, watching the AVP tournament, and eating at In N' Out burger. We went to an Angels game that night. The baseball was good - but the people there were much more entertaining. First we have the double-fister's.

These were the people who for some reason unknown to me kept going back for more beer. It seems like each inning was a signal to our friends to get up and spend another 12$ on a glass of beer (12$ on a glass of beer! Holy cow - these people must be rolling in it) and then there were the teenage girls who got in a fight in the middle of the game and had to be escorted out by the police. And finally - there was the nice lady in the car next to us. You see at Angels games it's pretty much impossible to get out of the parking lot so we ended up sitting in the lot for awhile. The lady in the truck next to us was carrying on an extremely loud conversation with the man in the truck (her boyfriend or husband, or just some really realy unlucky stranger) about how bad she needed to go to the bathroom. Over the course of the conversation we learned that she had drunk 'just a few beers' and that before the game she had wanted to take a cab and he had wanted to drive. Well now there they were sitting in the lot and she was screaming at him - literally screaming. I think the following quote will illustrate the scene we viewed from our front row seats:
"You *&^%ing idiot. I told you to take a cab. But, No, we need to drive. I *&^%ing have to pee - and here we are sitting - I hate you you (*&^er. Get me the (*&^ out of here! Don't tell me to shut-up. *&^%! I don't (*&^ing care if the kids are watching me - I'm no (*&^in role model"
It was at this point that our friend (this guy was a champ - I figuratively raise my glass to him)
simply rolled up her window with the power window switch (thank goodness for power windows) amidst her progressively louder screams. Good times.
The next day we went to a Filipino market/restaurant and spent the day with the people I love. We actually met Ramiele Malubay, a Filipina who was on American Idol for awhile. Me and Reedo were the only white boys there who could speak Tagalog so we went up to her and asked to get a picture with her. She was fairly surprised but consented - so amidst the cheering of all the Pinoy's in the restaurant we got our picture taken with her.

That afternoon we went to the Men's NCAA Volleyball championship. I only took pictures during the first game because it was too exciting and I got tired of watching through the lens of the camera. It was incredible - if I could think of a better adjective than that I would use it (Dani feel free to offer suggestions). Incredibly close games, phenomenal spikes, awesome digs, etc. Good volleyball, ice cream, and cheesecake might be the three closest things to heaven found here on earth - well Lake Powell gets pretty close as well.
We got up the next morning and made the drive home. We knew we needed to be back in Provo bu 2:30 to make sacrament meeting. Without going into too much detail I'll tell you that we made it from Anaheim to Provo in 8 hours... Use your imagination...
From the ambrosial taste of In N' Out to the Jack-Johnson-feeling of Huntington beach, California was wonderful.
One day I'm going, going, back, back to, Cali, Cali...