Published: August 6th 2012July 22nd 2012
L.A to San Francisco. A long 6/7 hour journey but it was in a mustang which made up for it. Once we made it out L.A it was pretty much one straight road up the 101 highway. You would of thought this would be pretty boring, and you would be right for the most part but this is my first time driving on the wrong side of the road, automatic and a quick powerful car. All I can say is I had a good drive bombing around. Rich enjoyed it for a while but then became the worst back seat driver ever. He now has the title of the fun police and back seat driver. Constantly flinching and putting his foot down on his imaginary break. I should of kicked him into the back seat and got Karl up front. We have a convertible so the first thing we did was of course take the roof down. This novelty wore off after about an hour when we were frying in the 37 degree heat. Rich and I were ok but apparently that hour and a bit was the worst hour for Karl since he has been in the
USA. The leather seats and heat were frying him slowly in the back. A few McDonald's, breaks, car swerving and testing out the sport mode we were entering San Francisco. To enter San Fran from the way we were coming we had to go over a huge bridge. It wasn't the golden gate but a different one. It really makes you wonder how these massive bridges were built. Cassidy comment of the day - Mike "what's so special about the golden gate bridge? Is it the biggest or something? Rich - I think it might be, well actually no I don't think it is. The great wall of china is a bigger bridge." he genuine believes the great WALL of china is a bridge. Sometimes I wonder why and how we are friends. We arrived at the hostel and realised parking was $15 dollars a day. Ouch. Our bank accounts have been drained recently. Check in a up to the room to do the usual stuff. Awkward convo with the people staying in your room, shower and swiftly move on to the common room so we could take part in the free booze the hostel gives us. Yes you read right. This hostel is sponsored by Budweiser, Heineken, absolute and many more. After 9.30 everyone heads down into the nightclub and beer pong area. Once the sponsorship speech was out of the way we headed down to where we would cause havoc for the night. It was a Sunday night so we were not going into town so we would just stay in the hostel. This is the number one party hostel in the states and the 3rd biggest. An interesting point made during the speech was by Eric (owner and manager of the hostel) , a huge asian guy. "downstairs, when you meet the love of your life, let's not take them to your room to partake in whatever you feel like doing. But do it in our chess room. There is a room downstairs dedicated to where people play "chess" we there new found love of there lives and it be ok. We don't want people being disturbed in the communal rooms." Interesting ! We headed down to where we would drink and dominate on the beer pong table silly amounts. Throughout the evening certain events took place. Rich found a fat German to play tonsil tennis with, Karl and I dominated on the beer pong which Americans take so seriously and from what I gather Karl and I may have been politically incorrect to a group of German girls as drinks were thrown in our general direction. In our defence one of the German girls did hold a black poker chip up above her lip and below her nose making it look like she had a hitler moustache. She didn't realise this and naturally we pointed this out for her but as this progressed I assume we took it too far and a girl chucked a drink over Karl. Pretty funny stuff. This made it funnier when Rich was kissing this chunky German friend all night. He claims drunk but I think he wanted some and any affection possible. Do you know how many times he wants a hug from me. Too many ! If you read back we met two Irish guys in Miami which we hit it off with. It so happened one of them, Chris was in San Fran. We gave him a call and he came. We snuck him into the club and it got messy. Many drinks and wet clothes later we hit the hay looking forward to the next week in San Fran.