The Year of the Beach

Yup, that's what 2011 is. My little brother, baby Chad, moved into a sweet little bungalow in Ocean Beach a few months ago. And this past weekend, we finally had a chance to pay him the first of what will be many visits. We told him we wouldn't necessarily wear out our welcome, but we'd be toeing that line pretty darn close.

So if you step out his front door and look to your left, you'll see this:

The neighborhood is small and dotted with all kinds of bars and restaurants. When it's time to go grab a bite to eat, the kids chug along on their Razor scooters as their primary mode of transportation. And when Joel and Chad need to go out and do some sake bombers at night, they don't have far to walk home.

On Saturday, after our morning intake of biscuits and gravy and mimosas, we hung out here:

Then, I decided to get a run in. Note to self: biscuits and gravy and mimosas are not optimal fuel for a run. I was dreadfully miserable for the first mile, but I managed to run through the initial pain and enjoy a pleasant 4.2 miles of running here:

Seriously, I would just never get tired of that if I lived there.

On Sunday, after our morning intake of... oh nevermind...you don't even want to know what I went and ate on Sunday morning. Well, after that, we decided to head over to Sea World and pick up our Fun Card thingies. Those are the deals that let you go for the entire year for the price of one admission. We figure with a free place to stay and free admission for the rest of the year, we'll have no trouble popping over for the weekend whenever we get the urge. So we enjoyed some of this:

That's about as good as a weekend can get, folks. See you in a month or two OB!