CA Days 18 & 19 – Getting down with the ASIANS in San Luis Obispo

When she signed her reply with “your favourite asian” I already knew that the stay with Skyline will be special. I was sitting in San Luis in a nice Cafe when we finally got hold of each other and she said she would pick me up there, browsing her profile and stumbling upon the link to her website, which revealed her passion for drifting, activities in general and strictly organized parties. After a couple minutes we finally met and after a short stop at her place to drop off my luggage we immediately headed out for a party.

We picked up a couple more people on the way, hung out at her former house and somewhen ended up at what is best described as the classic hollywood-movie party. It was a huge house and it was full of people, a fireplace in the huge livingroom which had a two-story high ceiling, barrels of beer outdoors, a good girl-guy ratio and a local garage band playing in the basement. However the athmosphere wasn’t very pleasant, so we left after bout half an hour and one beer.

On to the next party. This one was way smaller, but way nicer. People were talkative and we ended up having some great fun at Ben’s place. Finally we headed back home, a little drunk, but still fine. The evening faded out smoothly and we all were happy to grab some sleep. Saturday started with a huge breakfast and continued with showing me San Luis Obispo, returning my rental car, grabbing some clam chowder at the famous splash in Pismo Beach. A wine night was planned for the evening, so naturally our next stop was a grocery store, where they didn’t accept my passport because they only would accept californian ID’s. Next door was a little more liberal.

Armed with grapes, cheese and a load of wine we headed back to Ben’s place and had a relaxed evening with wine, cheese and a few seasons of Heroes. The night ended back home at Sky’s place, with more wine and a hell lot of talking. Good times. Funny talks. I finally got to bed between 4 and 5am. Sunday is NFL-day. Matt, Sky’s roommate, invited me to see the game and so after I managed to shove myself out of bed around 11 we got into a hurry getting to roundtable pizza, where they had a NFL-special with a huge pizza and a pitcher of beer. My breakfast. Cheers! I was still a little drunk from the night before, but luckily the beer just threw me on track again instead of knocking me out and so Matt and I ended up drinking another pitcher until the game ended.

The girls headed out to grab some coffee and returned just in time to switch over to Sky’s former house, where we would watch the second game with the projector in the basement. Of course, with this comes more beer. It was a crazy day, a typical feeling of being a little drunk and sleepy, but somehow you’re ok and everything’s fine. It worked. Later we headed for dinner at an amazing sushi-restaurant in the town I’d move to this same evening, Pismo Beach. I stopped the beer-drinking just in time to be sober for dinner and had a delicious sashimi-mix. Afterwards the usual: Packing my stuff, saying goodbye and heading on. However Sky and Ivana gave me a lift to Pismo and so we all met up with Steve, my host in Pismo, for a coffee and some talking.

Afterwards back home at Steve’s place we ended the evening with relaxed chatting and were about to go to sleep when a few friends of Steve crashed by spontaneously to borrow a movie. So a little more chatting and finally some sleep after an exhausting weekend. Today started cloudy and chilly, but it broke up and we headed out to a wharf with Jordan, Steve’s roommate. The two of them bought two oysters, had them opened at the fish market, walked into the restaurant right beside and asked for some hot sauce.

Funny enough the waiter was really friendly, invited us in, gave them hot sauce and tissues and for security reasons we ordered three beers. Turns out those oysters were HUGE. Usually, when you see someone eating oysters in a movie, they are small, handy bites you shovel down your throat with an easy move. Not so those two things. Actually the guys had to chew them into half and almost threw them up again. Funny to watch.

Since we all were hungry, the two of them also craving for something substantial to cover those oysters, our next stop was a burger place in Pismo Beach. I dared the Gnarly Triple Burger (“one whole pound of meat”) and it defeated me. I thought I could handle it, but little did I know. Shame on me. What a failure.