Because Pics or it Didn't Happen: Labor Day 11

Or: A Reminder This Isn't Half as Anonymous as it Pretends to Be

Kydee, Doctor and the Half-Horse. Doctor was freaking out over the guitar fitting with all of our things, but  I made it fit, dammit. It should be noted riding in this thing was like driving a slightly over-sized smart car. My knees left imprints on Doctor's back.

The radio refused to work, and it ate the converter tape for our ipods. So we used the cord from the converter tape to tie a portable speaker to the cup holder. There. Fixed.

To quote Kydee, "We fixed the music and broke the engine."

But then the Dolorian came to our rescue. This is also the only picture of me. Y'know, "only person taking  pictures so I'm never in them" syndrome.

Half-Horse, being pushed down the road to a safer rest stop.

The Beach and The Broke Fund, which funded a decent portion of the trip. 

At the beach, we rejoiced in usual beach-going activities, like playing guitar poorly, burying each other in sand, body-surfing, boogie-boarding and getting hella' sun burned. 

Kydee, post-burn, "The Happiest Little Lobster," on Sunset Cliffs. An ex-pat couple in a converted van lent  us a blanket because it was so very cold.

Overall, I'd say the experience was pretty awesome.

We were sad to pack up and head home.