Birthday Stoke

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Hello All,

Your blogger is coming off of a four day birthday extravaganza.

There’s no way I can adequately express how honored I am to have such an awesome crew.

Seriously, I have been overwhelmed these past few days with all of the love and awesomeness the world has shown me for my 30th. Thank you so so so so much to all of my friends and family. You are the reason I am stoked.

Okay – let’s get to it. I bounce out of work Thursday afternoon to enjoy a twilight dock session.

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The posse then rolled down.

… And brought with them a little buddy.

ohhhh dude. ohhhhh dude.

so much pain.

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The plan was to do a cross city walk from the bay to Tommy’s on Geary and 23rd Ave.

It’s a solid five mile walk along one of the most ridiculously cool routes on the planet.

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In fact, the route is so rad, that we even took it last year for my birthday.

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From happy holidays yo

San Francisco is such a wonderful city.

Seriously … The trolly driver let our drunk assess come onto the cable car for a few blocks for free.

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shenanigans ensued.

big time.

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Indeed, Thursday night was such an absurd blast.

We took like three hours to walk a good way across the city, just meandering and chilling and schmoozing and exploring and all-around loving this wonderful place we get to live in.

We also saw like three ferraris in this gas station garage.

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At Tommys’s we are greeted by my wonderfully wonderful fellow blogger.

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And then! As if the Nemiroff on our city walk wasn’t gnarly enough … The owner of the Mexican food place comes out with this bottle of tequila and pores a few shots worth of booze into my mouth.

(Spolier Alert: Your blogger is brutally hungover the next day.)

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I can’t feel any part of my body at this point.

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Okay, now to Friday.

Wanna know what’s great for massive bull-dozer-esque headaches.

Well, yes, gatorade and advil and six mile runs.

But, an even better solution is to drive down to Big Sur and refresh your soul.

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… in a hot tub.

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Di and I cruised down south to explore a place very close to my heart.

dude.

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We hiked out onto the bluffs to enjoy one of those sunsets that feel as if they can only exist in a postcard.

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My universe felt complete.

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So what do you do when your universe feels complete?

You take the person you love and march her through a freezing cold stream.

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Yup, I was at it again.

Lead Di on another crazy hike that was around nine miles and had this one point where you ascend like a thousand feet of elevation in just over a single mile.

But the views!!!

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At first the views were enough to mitigate the difficulty of the hike.

But then we climbed all the way up this gnarly peak at the hottest hour of the day and, well, probably over-extended our threshold for what constitute’s a fun hike.

Seriously, perhaps a small digital apology is in order here. I know, I know, the trek was grueling and I really enjoy the pain and maybe it’s not as fun for you … But, baby, I promise we won’t push it that hard again. Well, I can’t promise that per se … Because … Who knows how hard the next hike is gonna be, that’s the fun part about it! Wait, you may not see it that way. Hmmmm, maybe I should put more thought into this one and show y’all the beautiful view:

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… Meanwhile …

Completely unbeknownst to me my friends were rolling down the coast, headed to Big Sur for an off-the-charts surprise.

They were literally frolicking.

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Frolicking hard.

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… Meanwhile …

Di was doing her best to suffer through my pseudo death march and not curse at me.

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… Meanwhile …

I mean, are you kidding me.

While we were getting burnt by the blazing afternoon sun, subsisting off of cliff bars and bandaging blisters on feet (all things your blogger actually kinda likes) the other crew was enjoying chilled white wine on this friggin deck.

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They look happy.

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And wonderful.

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Gawwwwh.

What a bunch of studs.

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Okay, so the stealth crew rolls down to Big Sur to the trail head at Andrew Molera and wait for us to get back from the hike.

Mind you, I have NO IDEA they are coming.

So they stake out at the river and question hikers who had passed us earlier trying to see when we’d land.

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I think that they were even hiding in the bushes, waiting for us!!!

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And, just as I am crossing the river, I see Doug’s bearded man face and just couldn’t contain myself.

DUDE! The universe is good. It is so good.

Your blogger was elated. And really, to be perfectly honest, mixed in with the elation was this profound sense of humility. I felt like there was no way I deserved such wonderful friends. Even now, as I am writing these lines and looking at the pics and trying to remember how it felt to see them, I’m getting a little teary-eyed just thinking about how wonderful this world is.

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🙂

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Stevenson College …

What a trip.

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We played some b in the park.

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… Still got it in us.

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Went back to the hotel where we had a nice chill sesh on the agenda.

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Indeed, a chill sesh.

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The trio busted out the instruments …

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And the silliness hit absurd levels.

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And I mean Absurd Levels.

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I literally like jumped on Aki and Tika and JR and Anna.

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After the silly session we went to the restaurant.

The night was perfect.

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There was even a cover band and we all got to hit the dance floor!

Yo.

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On Sunday morning, we drove home.

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… And now we are completely caught up.

Much love to everyone in the universe.