with eric on the precipice of marriage, we went down to sandiego to eat more meat than a colon that would spend the next 12 hours at sea should. we had dinner at a brazillian all-you-can-eat place, where these people walk around offering 15 types of meat. definitely delicious, but definitely pricey and over-filling. it was a good experience.

what wasn’t a good experience was the hotel situation. we booked 2 rooms at the fancy vagabond hotel right next to the sportfishing place we were going to launch from in the morning, but somehow hotels.com, or the nairobian queen running the fagabond hotel, or maybe the fish that were expecting us the next morning, fucked up and we had 1 small ass hotel room for 5 guys. so we gayed it up and got a solid 3 hours of sleep and headed out for the fishing at 5am.

the fishing was decent, there weren’t any huge fish, but everyone was catching, having fun, and no one was puking which is a winning combo anyday. by the time the boat headed back we were all beat, but we had accomplished what we had set out to do.

here are all the pics in a nifty album that brian put together:
http://lemonchicken.com/eric