Nikki’s friend Antonella had a birthday party in Santa Cruz this weekend. She had her party at ‘The Avenue’ just at the end of the main strip. It’s what I would call a classic American bar (close to a biker bar). The walls, bar wood and seating are all dark and there a few lights. However, the outside decked area was reserved for the party so I was able to enjoy some last minute sun while drinking.

The mix of people can only be described as eclectic. Ranging from early twenties up to people that same age as my parents. The barbeque chef, the reddest red-hear you’ve ever seen, made excellent food. He eventually convinced myself and Shaw to do a shot with him, which turned out to be an Irish Car Bomb. That certainly took the wind out of me.

I Something forgot: As we drove into Santa Cruz a tall skinny guy flew across the road on rollerskates. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and short shorts accompanied by a handle bar mustache. Looking like something out of the village people he proceeded to spin around a lamp post. Then came something you really don’t see everyday. He started to spin on the spot tucked his arms in and spin into a ball before raising up arms spread out still spinning. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough on the draw with the camera so you’ll have to take my word for it.