Sacramento awesomeness

July 28th late night-july 30th midday

We ended up driving most of the way to Sacramento that night. We pulled off into a national forest campground and pitched our tent at about 2 am. We slept for 4 hours or so and left to head towards Sac town. It took a couple hours to get there and when we did we couldn’t check into our hotel. We walked over to the hotel next to ours and stole some internet to post blogs and pictures. We searched for disc golf courses in the area and found one. We headed over to the course and played 18 holes. The first nine was pretty terrible for both of us but we sharpened up on the second round and shot respectable scores.

Following disc golf we headed back to the hotel to catch up on sleep. After some dumb conversation we finally decided to actually take a nap. We slept for a couple hours then showered up and watched some Jersey Shore for the first time ever while drinking. Interesting show. Once we were sufficiently drunk we decided to head over to what we thought would be some good college bars. I cannot remember the name of the first bar but it was in playboys top 100 college bars. The name sounded something like sparky’s but that is definitely not correct. The bar sorta sucked and was pretty dead. We headed back outside and asked the bouncer if he knew where a good bar would be for us to pick up chickeronis. He pointed us in the direction of bar called Bisla’s.

We walked maybe a mile to Bisla’s and were pretty relieved to see some girls and some college aged people. The bar was having a beer pong tournament which we probably could’ve won but it was too expensive to enter. We hit on/bombed with some girls who were apparently looking for some good Mexican or BG wiener. BG meaning black guy. After flaming out with these girls we walked to another section of the bar which was an out door hookah lounge. At the hookah lounge I decided to initiate conversation with some babes by asking how much hookah was. Turned out it was really expensive. Also turned out the babes were engaged. How did we find out? Well their fiancés came back to the table. No problems though, the bros introduced themselves (brenden and damon) and we introduced ourselves and talked for a while. We asked them where to go in this city to pick up girls. They had some suggestions. They were also pretty stoked about our trip and suggested things for us to do in various other places we are going.

The bros left the table to go play their game in the beer pong tournament. We hung out with their ladies and smoked more hookah. The chicks had some suggestions for us also. They informed us of all the good beaches to hit in san fran and LA. They told us where to go to pick up chicks and which beaches to go to to see fake titties. Their words, not mine. These chicks were about as cool as girls can be. Pretty lucky guys, Damon and Brenden.

We left the bar upon Brenden’s suggestion that we hit up another bar some 30 blocks away. Im not sure if our plan was to head back to the hotel or to walk to this bar. We walked and walked and walked. Then we walked a little more. Then we stopped to ask for directions from a hotel clerk. She pointed us towards our hotel. Or so she thought. We walked some more and we didn't find any road that looked familiar but we did find a lot of roads in general. The night continued to go much the same way. We found random people probably about 8 in total to ask for directions from. They all gave us directions that seemed to be reasonable. Most included directions to go over a bridge which we knew was near our hotel. We kept walking and walking and asking for directions. I called 411. I called the hotel. I called 911. Okay not the last one. But after about 2 hours of walking we somehow ended up at the bar we started at. Great. The bouncer says “oh you guys are good” as we approach the door. He must have remembered us. I have an inclination he remembered us because of our hats. Anyways we asked him for directions and finally got the right directions.


We headed for our hotel knowing there was a taco bell near by. I now realize the taco bell was on the opposite side of our hotel from the bar. We must have walked past it to get to the Tbell. The lobby was closed. We decided to walk through the drive through. After standing there for a good few minutes and nearly giving up hope of anyone taking our order, a car pulls up behind us in line. “Hey you guys trying to get taco bell?” “Yeah man” “Well hop in, they wont serve you that way” Now I know my mom always said not to get in the car with a stranger, but taco bell was on the line. We pretty much had to. So we hop in Ken’s car and we go through and order our tbell. Ken covers about half of it for no reason. Bro. He takes us up to the curb, bids us ado and we part ways never to see each other again. Hans and I walk up to the Mcdonalds curb that's right next to the tbell and we sit down to eat. Eating somehow makes me more drunk. We walk around our hotel again somehow and enter from the opposite side. We’re pretty smart. The night ends with us in our bed talking about how ridiculous this was. Then we sleep. I estimate that we walked around 10 miles and passed our hotel probably 3 or 4 times total. We jumped a fence, played with sprinklers, soaked ourselves, pissed on everything, pulled leaves and flowers off the trees and ran places for no reason. It was a great night.


We wake up this morning remembering that Hans left his flask at the taco bell where we sat down to eat. We travel around the city trying to find that damn taco bell again but of course it takes us forever. Eventually we find it and the flask is there. We get some mcdonalds, fill up on gas, and head out for the day. Pretty late start but it doesn’t really matter for what we are doing today. Since then we’ve been on the road to Yosemite. The driving isn’t bad and the jokes of course keep rolling. If you can even call them jokes. We’ll be in Yosemite for a couple days then off to sanfran which is probably where ill be able to post this. Til then, so long gaiii boyss