Spex

“All it comes down to is this: We feel like shit but look great.”

"Listen, you'll have to excuse me. I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at the Four Seasons in 20 minutes. "

“Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.”

“And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.”

"Not quite blonde, are we? More of a dirty blonde."

"This is not an exit"

we need more coconuts, honey!

If you're sitting up there in the north of Europe, thinking "damn, autumn is here again, it's rainy and windy and chilly and I'm feeling bluuuue", and you want to feel like this:

...chin up, I have a suggestion for you!

(stolen from the guys at servedraw.com)

Throw together the following in a shaker:

2 parts White rum

1/2 part Honey

1/2 part Coconut water

1/2 part Lemon juice

Shake it, shake it, shake it like a polaroid picture and pour in a fancy glass or, even better, a coconut. Decorate with a strawberry, lots of those little paper umbrellas we all loved so much when we were kids, and a pink straw. Drink plenty of these and pretend you're on a beach while listening to this.

Pix spell and the gypsy, tripadvisor, surfwellfleet and me

Temecula by night

Our maitre d' was a ten year old girl. Really nice and polite.

Trying (and failing) to show us that this is the best burger ever made

A blurry shot of the action downtown, with some food and tinto thrown in. Warning: It has Jersey Shore tendencies after eleven o'clock.

He really is.

Last night

Baywatch competition, didn't understand much of it. People were running around in the sand, swimming a bit, wearing very tight and cute little swimming hats. I have no idea who won.

Went to have some beers downtown Hermosa, which turns out to be a crazy party scene; not quite the quiet little beach town we had imagined it to be after all. People were queuing up at the bars before ten, we felt like we had somehow been thrown into an episode of Jersey Shore, fighting our way through the beglittered and beheeled early 20-somethings and ravingly drunk 40 year-young men hunting them down. We ended up listening to a band playing surprisingly decent versions of Kings of Leon and Weezer, before downing a Patron and going home before midnight. Getting old, us? Nooooo.

Now, a walk down to the beach to catch some late rays!

The perfect lunch...

... is a clarete...

... and  a "low-carb" burger (yes, that is the actual name in the menu).

Sidenote: It is freaking cold here, and every single restaurant insists on keeping the temperature reeeeally nice and cold. I won't even tell you about the movie theaters...