So from sunday to tuesday I was in this place called Dillon's Beach, a bit north of Marin. My youth group went there for fun and also to do something for the people who are leaving.
We set out Sunday after church. One of the first things we realized, after many scientific experiments was that Kevin could not run as fast as the car. Almost, but not quite.
Nathan rocking out with one headphone
Forest found this straw farmers hat in my dad's car and decided it was totally amazing. My dad gave it to him and he wore it multiple times over the time we were there.
I have found the most hardcore place to play egyptian ratscrew. I have a stomach of steel.
I found this awesome piece of string and tied up Nathans hands with it. He escaped using only his hands in hella no time. He then tied me up and it took me probably 10 minutes, using my teeth. I got my ass kicked.
We then found ourselves in Petaluma. Oh.. Joy? We stopped at a scenic Grocery Outlet and bought drinks, a 69 cent pickled sausage, and a piece of phallic fruit. Forest also called his local (hella hot) friend to come meet us at Grocery Outlet and guide us to Papa Murphy's.
There was much chillin to be had at Papa Murphy's.
And I looked amazingly jewish.
We finally got to the beach house and one of the first things we did was start a game of Risk.
And there was much chillin to be had.
My sunburn was hardcore. I'm going to have the weirdest tan.