This week ended well and started almost exactly how every other week starts. Waking up Monday morning, dreading going to a Data Structures class and then spending the rest day thinking “ugh, it’s 4 days until the weekend”. That’s pretty much how it’s been going as of late, a few quiet ones on Tuesday, a few quiet ones on Thursday and then the weekend usually entails something a bit more dramatic. This week we decided to rent a car and head down to a house party in Santa Barbara.
We spontaneously left on Friday to Milbrae (of which I have bad memories) and picked up a car from some rental shop that was actually pretty sound. They let us have the car for dirt cheap and were relatively sound about putting me on the insurance despite being under 25. I didn’t actually have to drive and instead just rode shotgun on the 5 hour trip down south and on the way back.
There was 2 cars heading down and we didn’t actually arrive until about 10 O’clock. So we hit up a Severn Eleven (Something I can’t say without sounding ragingly Welsh) and bought ourselves a crate of lager and got to the house. I could instantly tell we weren’t in San Francisco just by the sheer size of the flat we were staying in. These were students with a fairly massive apartment. The party was pretty tame to start with but we had a few drinking games and I maintained my unbeaten streak in Beer Pong before heading out to a British Bar in downtown Santa Barbara.
Santa Barbara is a really nice place. It’s got such a Spanish vibe to it I felt like I was on holiday for the whole weekend. Not to mention we got some rental boards and managed to get out to surf. Having not surfed in years I was pretty chuffed to even get up on the board and I’m definitely more comfortable about getting into it. Although the thoughts of getting back in the cold waters of Pacifica beach sends a bit of chill up spine.
Our second night in Santa Barbara was a reminder that no matter where you are in California you cannot avoid a complete weirdo. We checked into a rather nice looking motel (oxymoron; I know) and got our bags in decided on beds and what not before deciding to hit up the pool. Once in the pool, countless people started becoming peeping toms and looking out of their curtains at us before quickly disappearing. One guy was sighted as naked and actually fiddling with himself whilst staring at us in the pool. Very bloody strange. He then popped in and out of his room asking us the same questions over and over again and telling us how cold he thought the pool was. That didged me out a fair amount. All was well though, like most he was harmless enough. I have to say backstroking in a pool in the pitch black and looking up at the stars was an absolute highlight for me.
The final day we got breakfast and the sat at a viewpoint to eat it and then headed back. The way back from Santa Barbara was relatively nice, I delved into a book about Buddhism and enjoyed the scenery of the California Countryside and coastline as we headed back up to San Francisco. Some absolutely beautiful views have made me appreciate the California even more. Now it’s back to reality for a week before spring break.