We came, we sort of surfed, we drank and ate...

The truck was loaded (one set of poker chips, two board wax, three surfboards, four wetsuits, five surf trunks, and tons of sunblock)







Not enough room within the room to hold the boards. As with all surf trips, we made due. Note, the other boards were stashed in various other rooms.







Walking down the trail to check the surf. It didn't look promising. Earlier in the week, a massive swell was pumping over head conditions. That was earlier in the week. A quote from Endless Summer kept going through my head, "you should of been here yesterday."




Further up the coast, and still not looking good. Looks like it will be a great surf weekend for the rookies.

Man injuried, now it's officially a bachelor party! Herman dislocated his shoulder while surfing. He was more concerned w/ the pain he will get from his wife, instead of the pain from the injury.






The heated pool and jacuzzi definitely came in handy after a few hours of surfing. Pool side grilling (Andy; Grill-Master), consumption of wine/beers, and a heated game of Texas Hold'em for that night's dinner and bragging rights. Yea baby, I won a free dinner and more importantly...bragging rights. We're guys, our ego was on the line. hehe..







Man of the hour. Xavier, aka X, X-man, Javier, etc, etc.










Walking down Gas Lamp district in downtown San Diego, we found "his" restaurant!






And when you "own" a fabulous bar/restaurant in prime location in the Gas Lamp District in downtown San Diego, the ladies, like moths to the flame, are drawn to the pimp of the group.







Yes. The betties, they all come to have their photo w/ da pimp!

Quote of the night; "smooth like an Asian."

Note to self: Get bar/restaurant in prime location and name it after self.



The rest of the night was...private. hehe...