So Monday only sort of worked out how I wanted. Took too long to get to sleep, so I got up too late (1430ish), didn't make it to the beach until nearly 4, thanks to stopping for money, gas, and Zankou to-go. Still, I parked for cheap and went out to play in the surf in my new swim trunks. Got a little clobbered by waves, watched some people, talked to some pre-teends while pretending to be Desmond from Lost, and oggled some ladies. A bit later, I returned to my towel and read several chapters of Mostly Harmless until I couldn't concentrate on it any longer. Made some phone calls, did some shopping, bailed.

Went through Santa Monica. Stopped at Aero Hobbies; they had fuck-all.

Checked out a strip club; asked 'em about rates and such. Doorguy was very helpful.

Hit The Liquid Kitty at the tail end of happy hour. Had three drinks at the happy hour discount, got a t-shirt, changed into my pants, and subsequently found myself drunk. Got a table at the Mexican food place across the street, ate chips until Ming, Scarlet, and Rho showed up. We ate. Returned to LK, drank some more, sang a bit, was gifted with applause (as usual).

Afterward, I partied with a bunch of strange people, had more to drink, managed to win my first try at a new card game, and avoided having to get completely naked the second round.

Stayed up 'til sunrise. Got breakfast. Crashed.

Then Tuesday happened.