Goooo Meat!!!

I received a frantic call from my friend Melissa in San Diego informing me that the condo she had rented for all of us was a "dump." Having lived in a van for the last two months with the occasional Motel 6 as a splurge, we were stoked to stay anywhere if there weren't bodily fluids on the walls or blatant pubic hair in the tub. We pulled up to our 2 bedroom condo in the heart of Mission Bay, excited to get this fun weekend started. The condo, which was a bit on the pricey side, was definitely not a dump, but also a bit misrepresented on the VRBO site. There was some mold in the bathroom and the carpet had some stains and it was very noisy, but we were blocks from the beach and they allowed dogs. Again, did I mention we've been living  in a van for 67 days?

Naturally, us girls hit it hard that first night. Melissa and I were able to secure penis straws and nasty gifts at Dr. Love's Sex Shop in Mission Beach, so the bachelorette could be properly embarrassed and decorated. We finally got into the full swing of the evening by creating a dance party at a not very dance party like bar, only to be thrown out as they were closing at 2:00 am. So we took dance party back to the bride and groom's living room, something I'm sure the groom was less than excited about. 

The Bachelorette

Who knew Theresa Giudice would be out with us?

We went to bed on night one at 4:44 am. This was not a great way to start off the long weekend as there was still so much more festivities to attend. Friends from all over the country began to arrive for the wedding, and there was much to do to help the bride and groom. Miraculously, we managed to stay sober enough to help out the day of the wedding with setting up tables, decorations, flowers, and chairs. The wedding went off without a hitch, the bride and groom, two of the best looking people we know, looking even more fabulous on their special day. After the Brazilian meat-fest dinner, we cleared some tables and started dance party. My feet began to blister and I received several cuts that night as I competed in a couple of dance offs with known spastics. Luckily, my heat rash was all but a memory, as we danced the night away. We helped pack up the tables and decor before moving on to a near by bar with the bride and groom and the die-hard Alaskan crew. That night we found a pile of 9 different pair of womens black leggings in our parking space. So naturally, the boys had a fashion show and a ballet recital in our condo living room. (You can't make this shit up).

Tony trying desperately to win the Dance Off

Me and the beautiful bride and groom

David Lee Roth

Patrick Slayze

The next day we spent drinking left over beer at the newlywed's home, nursing our hangovers in the fall heat. We packed up the following day and made a decision to go back to Oregon to fetch my Robot car. We decided that the Truckster could be a bit of a parking conundrum once we established a residence in San Diego and a bit of an eye sore in the meanwhile for Matt and Renata's neighbors. We went to lunch at a Brazilian churrascaria, a downtown favorite of ours. For about $30 per person, you stuff your face for hours at a salad bar that makes you feel guilty, then waiters come to your table to drop off slices of succulent meat such as steak, Portuguese sausage, bacon wrapped whatevers, and pork onto your plate. Just when you think you cant eat anything else, you find yourself back at the salad bar for fried bananas and some of the best papaya you've ever tasted. Kai and Jason actually jumped to hi-five as we entered the building, something we knew they wouldn't be able to accomplish upon exiting the establishment. Afterward, we dumped some more things at Matt and Renata's to lighten the load north. We said goodbye to all our old friends as they caught planes to their respective homes, and we hopped back in the Truckster yet again for more adventure.