Woke up early, with little will left to sleep, or live for that matter. Despite being one of our shorter drives, the car ride felt like an eternity of getting poked in the brain with light sabers. 5.5 hours later, we arrived in Isla Vista, Santa Barbara, home to the UCSB social scene and the honorable Carson Weiss IV.
Ocean view from the front deck and argument for SB being the best place in the world to go to college
After a brief disco nap, Parker and I dusted off our ragged selves for a birthday celebration for one of Carson's 11 roommates. Upon entering the party scene, I walked by a group of 5 fratty dudes with solo cups, one of which looked at me and said under his breadth, "shit, i think the cops are here." It then dawned on me that, relative to these college kids, I might as well be 58 years old. I made the most of it by telling tall tales from the days of yore, many moons before they were in high school (about 1,700 or so). We quickly fell back into a familiar rhythm and a responsible, mature evening ensued.
Final resting place for the night: closet of a 12-guy college house
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