I went to Davis this weekend for Picnic Day. It’s the annual day that every college town has where townies show up on campus to learn and do family-oriented stuff, and all the students start drinking at dawn. It was pretty awesome, and officially my last Picnic Day ever, as I’m totally old now. In my 7 straight Picnic Days, this was only the 3rd or so that incorporated sunshine. Here’s some kickass snapshots of the weekend.
Thursday: I brought along, oh, I don’t know, the best beer in the world?
Friday Dan and myself went mountain biking around Folsom Lake. It was fun and not too intense for my beginner self, although I did totally take a sweet spill as I lost traction on a fire road.
Later that night we all had flannels lying around so we had a vato party. Note – the fake absinthe is really just plastic-bottle vodka with food color and licorice extract. Also note that it does not mix, AT ALL, with Diet Coke.
On Picnic Day morning after blasting the traditional Styx “Come Sail Away”, Dan prepped the huge hock of pig so we could have carnitas later in the day. Crockpots!
I make the best steak, bacon, onion, and cheese breakfast sandwiches ever.
Repping the best wooden spoon ever and some Hamm’s for added measure.
The parade is always fun to watch – here’s the international club’s Denmark (no Sweden this year), Peru, and then the Band-uh marching band, always eager to annoy with their pre-meditated “wackiness”.
Corey ventured out of SF for at least part of the day to model my sweet shades (see earlier post).
Megan ventured out of Marin to shotgun Hamm’s, like old times.
Posing on campus in front of the iconic Chem 194, where private footage of me drunk-dancing for my friend’s video camera were once aired in front of 200 people like so much dirty laundry.
And again, with Superbrendan.
There’s a new place that’s doing well in town called Burgers and Brew. It’s always super-crowded, but theburgers pass my stringent test of epic-ness. We somehow got a table there for lunch, and ex-roomateSophie posed with a neighboring table’s shit-owl sculpture.
And then I saw the MOST KICKASS DOG EVER…
It’s not a rumor – this is my absolute, bar-none FAVORITE crown gall on campus. I love these things and the strange bacterial infection that causes them that has been harnessed for biotechnological purposes – they remind me of how humanity improves upon nature every chance we get.
Here is the “Fast and Sleazy” with a line out into the parking lot. It’s the only liquor store in downtown Davis, so they pretty much monopolize the University Avenue partying.
We noticed a horrible painting of sad kids that hangs up in Little Prague’s back room.
Later that night, walking back from Little Prague where I danced with some nice girls, there were 3 police cars, two whole fire engines, and two paramedics parked across the street from Dan’s (where I was staying) where some party had been. Paramedics and cops were talking to a kid in front – it looked like an occupant of the house, perhaps?
It turns out that 15 minutes before I got there, that same kid had broke into Dan’s house through a back window – even though all the house lights were on, people were home, and all doors were unlocked. He stole change out of a purse and a bottle of KY jelly from the room, and then proceeded to shit his pants in the hallway. Upon noticing these infractions, kid was chased down the street and tackled. When punched, he fessed up to perpetrating the hilarious crime and doing a crazy amount of acid earlier that night.
No charges were held! We had taken it easy up to that point, though, and it seemed to be the signifier to start in on some drinks. I got into my best cut-off school spirit drinking shirt, and we finally found a mixer for our fake food-coloring-and-licorice-extract absinthe. With orange juice, it all turns an unholy color, which is the best color for any mixed drink.
The next day, I met up with more friends for breakfast and then grabbed some gloves for playing catch in the park downtown. Then, the ice cream truck came! Hooray!
All in all, it was a very fun, exciting weekend. I should have slept more. Sorry about your carpet, Dan!
