On the razz in San Luis Obispo

Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
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Trip End Nov 20, 2011


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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Firstly, we are writing this in the evening, and after 2 months, Noah and I have finally had a night out on the razz.  Therefore, we will not be held accountable for anything said henceforth.  Okey-dokey?

Right, the morning.  It begins with Mum waking us up with coffee but in a fluster that she had over filled them so had to drink from each of them, and therefore was completely wired on caffeine.  Good morning!

We get ready and head to Crissy Field.  Now, I could see from the yellow on the map that it was a beach and I could also see the close proximity to the Golden Gate bridge. But nothing could prepare me for the loveliness that is playing on the beach in San Francsico Bay, over looked by the Golden Gate Bridge (and Alcatraz).  Phenomenal.  I could have looked at that view all day.

The beach was full of dog walkers and people who clearly take exercise quite seriously.  And then there was Elwood.  He runs around (over) enthusiastically shedding clothes, over an hour, until he is naked.  Everyone else is rugged up and Elwood is pretty much, streaking.  Brilliant.

We head for coffee (because basically, we can't do anything without our favourite stimulant) and then make our way to Golden Gate Park.  It is brilliant.  Lots of woods, a waterfall and so much space to roam.  We find a wonderful playground which he initially completely bypasses and shins up the hill into the woods behind it, with Noah in hot pursuit. He eventually comes down and Mum and I persuade Elwood to climb on some logs.  He does, falls splat in the mud and has a complete sense of humour failure about it.  He is covered in mud and (for the first time in his life) is not happy about it.  We sort him out and get him in the car and start our 3.5 hour journey south.

Noah and I belt out country tunes whilst Mum and Elwood watch a Wildlife DVD and The Mothership does some excellent commentary which includes topics such as: why wild animals should brush their teeth, that a female moose is called a moosette and that you have to be cool to get another animal to love you.  Really mum?  They also have an argument over Raisin Wheats which Noah and I decide to stay out of (it’s not worth it...) They also role play a baby zebra being eaten by a crocodile by river and then the mother crocodile crying.  This is Elwood’s new favourite game.  Oh dear. 

Cabin fever eventually gets the better of us and we stop off at Wal Mart for some serious snackage.  Elwood also spots a lion king costume so mum buys it for him.  At the car he wants to put it on straight away, it is sort of flesh coloured, semi sheer, and way too small for him.  Noah winces just looking at the ill fitting costume.  It's pretty fresh! Elwood is determined he wants to wear it and we are determined he will not.  After some discussion we get him a Thomas outfit which is horrible, but it is not flesh coloured and it fits, so we feel temporarily like winners.

Elwood sits in the car in his new Thomas top, his pants and sunglasses and he thinks he is cool.  Despite all the odds, I think he is. We check into the hotel briefly around 6pm before heading out to the beautiful San Luis Obispo for their Farmers Market, and from what we could tell, all round party night.  It was brilliant.  They had closed the main street to cars and had an amazing band, food stalls, bouncy castle, boutiques, a wizard on a Segway and people everywhere in magnificent halloween costumes and a fab atmosphere.  Elwood had a vigorous 'dance' and we all soaked up the most wonderful atmosphere.

Elwood was exhausted so we took him home.  And then (this is the good bit!).   Noah and I get to go out on the razz.  Winners!

The first bar we stop at is great. The barmen were in 80’s exercise gear, (obviously, it’s Halloween and that is the scariest thing I can think of!),  some nice wine for me,  and a random choice beer for Noah which tastes, at best, 'a bit orangey'.  But still, we chatted happily, mostly saying how good it was too be out.

Second pub we went to was a British themed pub, ye olde 'Frog and Peach’.  From what I can gather, the whole British theme is based around one ‘Charles and Diana’ commemorative tea towel and a red phone box out the back.  Because it is Halloween, everyone who works there is dressed as a doctor (hmmm), but with a flat cap because it is British themed (obviously).  We couldn’t care less, we are out on the razz!

At the bar, Noah asks to taste the beers as he's not heard of any of them.  The ‘doctor’ behind the bar is very obliging but I still think it is difficult to taste test beers at a crowded bar in the middle of a world series baseball game without drawing attention to yourself.  The behemoth man standing behind Noah did not look ever so pleased. Noah tasted a lot of crazy beers and ended up buying something which his refined palate described as like a ‘Kidsgrove real ale’ - not his normal tipple.  I, on the other hand, did not taste test the one white wine on offer.  It was yellow and warm and tasted like an over ripe banana.  After the first sip, I had a shooting pain over my left eye brow.  I drank it (obviously) as I am not one to appear rude.  Certainly not in a British theme bar.

My second drink in ye olde ‘Frog and Peach’ was a flat g and t.  I am not terribly discerning, but it was crap.  Lucky for me, I was so happy to be out, I did not mind.

We were entertained, once the baseball had finished, by a Rolling Stones tribute band.  Now, I have nothing against tributes bands per se (some of my best friends are tribute bands) but this all felt a bit strange.  Mainly, because the lead singer did in fact think he was in the Rolling Stones.  He must have been in his 60’s and had a penchant for waxing, working out, and the cutaway vest top (Not a great combination folks).    Oh, and sunglass at night.  And an eye for the ladies.  Everyone (except 2 people) were there to see the world series, not the band – so not the most receptive of audiences.  Two friends of band  (about the same age bracket as the singer) insisted on doing some pervy dancing right in front them.  So if you wanted to watch the band, you also had to watch the pervy dancing.  Not my thing really, not even on holidays...

We happily wandered home almost without incident until my lovely, albeit clumsy, husband tripped on his flip flop.  He wandered home Cinderalla style, holding one shoe.

Back at the ranch I inhale a chocolate bar called ‘Whatchamacallit’ – I ate it so fast I am going to have to get the packet from the bin to even remember what it tasted like.

We drink coffee and mull over the day and make light hearted disparaging comments. 

Good night from the dark horse that is San Luis Obispo. 



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