When Dante tells you to hop in, you hop in.

Leaving around 9:30am, Dante and I hit the 5. Shooting it down to his wonderful girlfriends place in Pasadena. With only one stop at in n out, we arrived six hours later.

Having been to Pasadena a couple times for the Rose Bowl, I thought I had an idea of what to expect. Well as we drive into a beautiful neighborhood, we take a left up a beautiful windy road. A couple blind turns later we arrive at a tucked away abode high in the hills.

Now wishing I brought my camera out more the first day, we move on to the next morning. With Huntington Beach being on the way to Laguna, Dante was nice enough to stop and let me see the current state of Professional Surfing… and it’s not looking good.

U.S. open. Historical for shit waves and gimmicks. Man did it have it all.

Making quick work of the open, we head south. Sorry brahs.

After a successful day Laguna, Shane and I had to pack it up and head up to Downtown Los Angeles. With the mission of seeing our best buddy Mullin who just moved to Glendale… who tf moves to Glendale. Jk he will be just fine. Jesus what a beautiful restaurant he’s working in.

With a jam packed three days, Shane and I sent it home to drive through the night. Both of us almost falling asleep and killing us both. Arriving at 3am, we hug… he tries to kiss, but I redirect to a knuckle bump. Sorry slut, but thanks for the ride.