My time of being spontaneous could be running out soon. With a possible big boy job opportunity, I’ve been feeling anxious and scared of the security that comes with a 9-5. So when an email about a Stab video premier hit my inbox, I had to attend. My best mate Mullin moved to Glendale recently and I knew persuading him to come with would’t be a problem. I booked a rental car and packed it full of shit. Two surfboards, golf clubs, and a ready to party attitude hit the 5 southbound.

My first stop being Ventura, I arrived at 3:30pm with just enough time for a coffee and some shopping. Dane Reynolds opened up this little shop last year right in the heart of Downtown Ventura. Very stoked I got to stop by and grab a shirt. With the time change, it was a race against the sun as I pulled into C. Street to snag a few waves. It was cold, cloudy, and rainy. With am empty line up I threw on my wetty and got a couple waves into the darkness. Successfully doing everything I wanted in Ventura.

Battling two hours of traffic from Ventura to Downtown L.A. I arrived at Mullins work, Bavel. A beautiful Middle eastern restaurant. As it’s always nice to know someone working, I was greeted with a cold beer while I waited for some seats to open up at the bar. Once seated, I was sent out that beautiful dish, compliments of the chef. With each bite besting the next, all I could think was “thank you chef”. A couple beers and delicious entree later, Mullin clocks off. Of course we had to have one more before going home.

We headed to a place called Thunderbolt. Walked right up to the bar for a shot and a beer… ahh home.

Thursday Schedule.

• 5:30am- Wake up and get ready to golf in Pasadena.
• 6:40am- Tee Time. Played like absolute dog shit.
• 10am- Finish round and drive back to Glendale for breakfast at Mullins.
• 10:30am- Eggs, chicken, sourdough, and a Modelo.
• 11:00am- Pack up and get in the cars to drive to Venice.
• 12:00pm- Arrive at Venice beach , parked, and walked to get more Modelos.
• 12:45pm- Parking lot beers while I get ready to go out for a surf.
• 1:00pm- Walk down the beach, paddle out, and catch one shitty fucking wave. I am embarrassed. Mullin judges me.
• 2:00pm- Shamefully walk back to the cars and figure out what we want to do for lunch.
• 2:15pm- Walk down Venice and find a Poke Spot. Then turns into grabbing beers at two different Bars along the way.
• 3:30pm- Drive to hotel, and check in. Jake meets us. We finish Modelos in the room before the football game.
• 5:00pm- Walk to a huge Irish pub for one beer before the premier a couple blocks away.
• 6:00pm- Arrive at premier location, and walk in to get drinks. Tolagos were drank.
• 7:30pm- Video starts and we get pushed to the back and Mullin can’t see over a weirdly tall man. Also feeling buzzed and have to pee.
• 8:30pm- Jake texts about a ride to the after party. We leave early and get a great spot on the patio. More beers are ordered.
• 9:30pm- We get hungry and eat the best bowl of food ever created. Can’t even remember what it was. Also nice it was next door.
• 9:45pm- Approached by females and their guy friend to smoke a ciggy next to us. I was offered, so I accepted to be “cool”. It worked. Our group has grown to 7 now.
• 10:30pm- After winding down and girls want us to meet at a club. Jake was excited and got us an Uber there. Bad decision
• 11:30- Drunk and in a daze, we explore every corner because Jake really wanted to find these girls. Mullin secures corner balcony spot. More beers were bought.
• 12:00am- Exhausted and drunk, I call an Uber to go home. As we walk out there were the girls. I don’t care and get in the Uber. Jake is pissed, but Mullin is happy.
• 12:30am- Arrive at hotel and we climb into our bunk beds. Room is spinning, but we can finally shut our eyes.

A beautiful space doing everything right. Free drinks and a great DJ. Respect to these guys and I hope they can keep it moving. Strike mission success.