Saturday in SoCal...

Tom Selleck has nothing on me

When in Socal, do as the socal's do. So I decided to rent a Ferrari and go cruisng. I think it looks good on me. No really. Okay, I am just kidding. This car was parked out in front of the hotel. Marty told me that the hotels rent cars like this one for their high roller clients to use if they need one.

Hilton Anaheim

So the Hilton, being the smart ones that they are, well except Paris, realized that I am a high roller so they gave me the keys for the day. No, not really.


Serge braving the traffic

So after work today, Sergio and I decided to make the trek north. We were invited by Marty Frey, of the Burbank Frey's, to come up to his place and indulge in some bbq chicken and ribs.

Now the trip from Anaheim to Marty's house is 60 miles. On a good day Marty says it should take about an hour. ON a bad day, two and a half. So apparently it was a good day because it only took about an hour and fifteen. Not bad.


traffic on I-5


We went past downtown

We took the I-5 all the way up and passed a few notable things. Burbank was one. Downtown LA was another.

Exit to Burbank

When we got to Marty's place there were two significant things waiting for us. Cold Beer, and BBQ. Nuf said.


Marty, the master of the BBQ

By the way the food was amazing. I think it was the special flavoring added by Daisy the dog licking the tongs. Did I mention that later that same dog ate the puke that was on the lawn. No, I probably shouldn't have.

Sorry.