I can’t escape it.
Once again, I found myself in the middle of a white trash bash.
After spending all Saturday at my second home (The Bungalow), a drive down the coast to the ‘bu on Sunday seemed like a good idea.
After an hour of traffic, we finally made it to the isolated Paradise Cove.
We out here.
What we found was an hour and a half wait for a table, an abundance of European tourists, and aggressive seagulls.
We opted for the “take-out menu” which was equivalent to eatin’ crab out in Malibu at Nobu with the prices.
$17.50 for a hot dog…
After spending around $80, we attempted to find a place to sit.
Since all the chairs were taken, we sat on a rock covered in what looked like white chalk, but what I’ve come to realize is it was a dried up material that came from a seagull.
As we ate on our rock eating our overpriced meal, all of a sudden, we hear techno music coming from an iPhone.
Standing behind us looked like the criminals from Taken, shirtless, with a 30-pack of beers and nipple piercings.
Did I mention it was also cloudy and cold?
That was our cue, to peace the fuck out.
We headed to the JC for numerous margs and a steak dinner, because we deserved it.
Alors on Danse,