Cheap Sex and Beer

You will be relieved to learn that I survived another roadtrip. Directions in hand and compass on foot, Mary and I set off to surprise Emily in Santa Barbara yesterday afternoon. Emily turned 19 yesterday, she did not know we were coming, finals start tomorrow. Yup, she's welcome. I know what you're thinking - Darcy how selfless of you to surprise a friend like that - I know and don't worry I'd do the same thing for any of you, my dear weird floorers.

The Trip:
230 miles.
Google maps suggested route: US-101 (yes, bethereed, I stuffed my eyes with wonder again)
2 "devoted" friends.

The Destination:
University of California Santa Barbara (aka University of Cheap Sex and Beer, although I saw none of this, I think they should rename it the university of besties and dolphins but I see how that doesn't fit the acronym) It's literally on the ocean and I saw dolphins, not sure why I didn't go there. But, then I wouldn't have met any of you and that would be sad.
We walked on the beach, saw some hot surfers and then played apples to apples. They really do have finals starting today, I think. O well, not the fit of debauchery it could have been, but it was still pretty.

Return:
We got lost in Oxnard, apparently that is a common theme while on roadtrips.

Also, I got back from this trip and all the furniture in my living room was rearranged. Why? My uncle brought my sister a piano. Interesting.