[the car that we traded in. sorry buddy]
[one intimidating pepper grinder]
We stopped for brunch and met up with VC Drake (shout out!) and his friend Walt (http://www.walterksites.com/). Afterwards we roamed around State Street, the main street of Santa Barbara, and perused around the Brooks Institute photography gallery.
Danielle spilled her entire venti Starbucks coffee outside, covering herself and the table she was sitting at, in front of the doorway to the CoffeeBean [Starbucks' main competitor].
We began the anticipated 9 hour drive home at 2:30pm, then decided against it and rented a room at the cozy yet not so cozy Sunset motel. Within 42 minutes of our stay, we received two noise complaints from room 101. We were merely speaking too loudly for their liking. As we questioned what type of people these rude and inconsiderate neighbors may have been, we cautiously decided to speak in soft whispers for the remainder of our stay.
Here is our delightful little jail cell. <-- (Video)
As enticing as it was to stay cooped up in that dramatically less than spacious room, we drove back down to State Street. We dined at Palazzio's italian restaurant and ordered the appetizer sampler.
We returned to the motel and realized we had no wine key for our bottle. We managed to unleash the power of vino using a marker, a battery, mascara, and makeup scissors.
Our evening concluded with a night out on the town involving Drake, Walt, and Jeanine. Upon our return to the motel, Danielle tumbled off the bed into the open suitcase and writhed like an entangled lamb in an effort to reposition herself on the bed.
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