I think those are my famous last words. While Thursday evening was indeed a quiet night at home for me and Kevin, the rest of the Independence weekend proved to be slightly more eventful.
On Friday morning Kevin woke up early to go surfing. "I need some exercise," I thought to myself, so I headed down to the Santa Monica stairs. The Santa Monica stairs consist of two sets of staircases in between 4th and 7th Street in Santa Monica. Both sets of stairs descend drastically down the side of a hill and while walking down one set, you can actually see the ocean. This spot has become an exercising mecca for many of Santa Monica's fit-fanatics. Men weighed down by weight jackets, sweaty old-dudes, the fake-boobed, the fit and the middle aged all gather at the Santa Monica stairs... and then there was me.
After doing my fare share of ups and downs on the stairs, I headed home.
That night Kevin and I got together with our friends Lori, Ali, Andy, David, Danielle and David number 2 (Lori's date). We walked to Abbot-Kenny to eat Sushi and then down to the pier for fireworks - fantastic.
Oh, and btw Kevin and I rode our bikes to and from Lori's place - hey, our own little contribution to not drinking and driving.
On Saturday Kevin headed out to surf again. I met up with Lori, Ali and Manaz for some hiking in Malibu. We went to Solstice which has recently reopened since the fires. We climbed the rocks, I swam (briefly) in the falls, and then we headed to the beach.
El Matador beach is incredible. It has a lot of rocks and caves and very few people. It was a relaxing day with the Ladies.
Here are some pics -
