Wednesday
was awesome. The morning sucked - I'd stayed up all night working on a presentation that we had to present at 10:10am, and we weren't ready to go until 10:30 (had to let other groups go on ahead of us), and then our presentation wasn't all that spectacular because we didn't have time for a practice run.
The rest of the day was the awesome part.
Right after class, I went straight to the beach, didn't even stop home to change out of the suit and tie. At first I'd thought "let me take a little drive on Junipero Serra", then I was like "actually, as I'm here, lemme take a little ride on 280" (the most beautiful highway in the country, bar none), which turned into "there's 84, lemme enjoy some "mountain" twists and turns" which turned into "screw it, I'm going to the beach". 84 is so fun to drive - it's all twisty and turny, it makes it a joy to have a stickshift, both uphill and down, and it's just so damn beautiful too - driving through thick, dark green forests with occasional shafts of sunlight piercing through. If you haven't yet driven 84 to the beach, you must. Should have brought a camera.
It was so perfect when I turned onto highway 1 - no fog, perfectly clear. Big majestic waves (compared to dinky east-coast waves) crashing into the sea-cliffs below, sunlight dancing off the waves, top down, "Mr Brightside" blasting, road disappearing behind me 80 miles every hour. After driving up and down for about 30 miles, I bought a loaf of bread still hot out the oven, and some bree, went out to the beach, dragged a log out to the edge of the water, and ate up looking out over the sea. Should have brought a camera.
The rest of the day was the awesome part.
Right after class, I went straight to the beach, didn't even stop home to change out of the suit and tie. At first I'd thought "let me take a little drive on Junipero Serra", then I was like "actually, as I'm here, lemme take a little ride on 280" (the most beautiful highway in the country, bar none), which turned into "there's 84, lemme enjoy some "mountain" twists and turns" which turned into "screw it, I'm going to the beach". 84 is so fun to drive - it's all twisty and turny, it makes it a joy to have a stickshift, both uphill and down, and it's just so damn beautiful too - driving through thick, dark green forests with occasional shafts of sunlight piercing through. If you haven't yet driven 84 to the beach, you must. Should have brought a camera.
It was so perfect when I turned onto highway 1 - no fog, perfectly clear. Big majestic waves (compared to dinky east-coast waves) crashing into the sea-cliffs below, sunlight dancing off the waves, top down, "Mr Brightside" blasting, road disappearing behind me 80 miles every hour. After driving up and down for about 30 miles, I bought a loaf of bread still hot out the oven, and some bree, went out to the beach, dragged a log out to the edge of the water, and ate up looking out over the sea. Should have brought a camera.
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