pepple beach.

a few weekends (more like two months) back we made a last minute trip to carmel.  lizard lives in manhatten.  manhatten kansas, so whenever she gets away to the west coast we gotta see her.  i had no idea that we were going during the pro am until a week before - it's a big deal. 

this was a whirl wind three days filled with laughter, food, and the most epic packing fail i have ever done. the weather in ptown had been terrible.  so when i booked a california trip (in february), all i could imagine was sun, cocktails with fresh oranges, straw fedoras, white jeans, sunglasses, short sleeved shirts in bright colors, light weight coats, open toed shoes...  this is what i packed, knowing that we would be outside walking around a golf tourney.  and knowing that the weather had a 75% chance of rain and was supposed to be in the mid 50's.  but i figured 50 in CA is more like 70 in portland.  right?  RIGHT?

fail.

clyde the glide.  jealous?

perfect golf tourney attire!

got behind the bar... harder than it looks.  #respectforbartenders

we were wet and cold.  and i wore white pants.  we got weird looks from other people...but it's ok - because we had passes to the grey goose tent, bill murray was there and i got to see my friends whom i miss dearly (is that the correct way to use "whom"). so proud of them.  especially dr. liz.  living in manhatten with a bunch of college kids and touching horses in inappropriate places all day can't be fun.  i tell her when i have a bad day, i just think of her and i immediately feel better.

i kid.  i kid.   

i was tired and got sick for a week after our encounter.  being almost 30 is hard on the body.

next stop. i.t.a.l.y. i will not do another packing fail.  i will not.