And this is the thing you want to see when leaving for warmer climates.
So out there I stayed with my friend Sam and his wife Kathryn (I really think I'm spelling her name right) and their insane sheltie Dougall. That dog barks at the wind, the TV,or my farts. So yes, the dog was loud this weekend. Hardy har har. To sum up the activities:
Drinking, finally watching Superbad, U.S. Rugby 7's tourney in San Diego, really fresh mexican food, a beach with like 4,000 dogs on it, karaoke at an Irish pub, wearing shorts in February.
This photo does it justice:
And then I got back and it was like 15 degrees. Damn New England. It's like we did something to God over here.
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