Last night me and Steph slept in her car.  Yep, that’s right, in her car.  We drove all the way down to Capitola (just below Santa Cruz) to see some old friends, most of which we hadn’t seen since we were 12 years old.  We were supposed to stay with our “friend” Anne who lives there.  Nope, she ended up leaving with one of our other long lost buddies.  I think they must have been getting it on.  But whatever, that’s not the point.  The point is: Who invites you to come stay at their house and then leaves you at a bar, at midnight, in a city four hours from home, where you don’t even know how to get back to the freeway?  Oh, Anne does.

Then our other friends, who also live slightly nearby (half an hour is def closer than four hours) all had to work in the morning and weren’t willing to take us home and bring us back before work to get our car.  So we slept in Steph’s car. And I, for the first time in my life, peed on the side of a building.  And I didn’t pee on my shoes!

Other reasons to hate Capitola:

– Some guy will dance with you at the bar and then when you leave to go buy yourself a drink he follows you and asks you to buy him a drink too.  When you look at him like he’s a complete ass, which he is, he says, “What, you’re too good to buy me a drink.”  And you just continue to stare in disbelief until he walks away pissed off because not only is he not getting any action, he’s not getting his damn drink.  Plus, you are forced to point at him and tell everyone in the bar what a jerk he is.

– Some other guy will come up to you while you’re buying pizza and talk you up because you’re stranded with no friends and no shoes then offer to let you stay at his place…if you can give him a ride home.  What is it with Capitola and moochers?

– Some guy you’ve known for twelve years will leave the bar saying he could give a shit about what happens to you because your married and he only worries about single women.  Yeah, me and that guy, we’re not friends anymore.

– You miss your big sis’ birthday, which is in Santa Cruz because you drove home at 5 a.m. since you were sleeping in your car and it was freezing.  Then you fell asleep when you got home instead of calling her to hitch a ride.  Sorry big sis!  Happy Birthday anyway!

I’m sure there’s more, but I can’t think of any right now.  Maybe Steph can think of some for me?

Needless to say this was an adventure that will not be soon forgotten.