First Night Back Home

So I got to visit my hometown for the last time in a long time. My parents have moved from my hometown so there really isn't a lot of reasons for which to return. Watsonville will always be home for me in many ways, but the reality is that I haven't lived there in the physical sense in a long time and now I'm just a NYC boy. Moving on...here are a few pictures from the first night I was home.



This is my buddy who goes by many names: Riiiiigs (that's i=e for the non-Spanish speakers), David El Pocho, and of course just Dave. Of course I would have loved to spend more time with Dave because we always roll pretty hard when I go home. But Dave was having some drama with his girl and decided she was more important to tend to than his friendship of some 20 years. Like I've always said, some guys put blinders on when it comes to friendship when they have a girl. Me, well I know where my bread is buttered and my friends have always been there for me. I don't blame Dave to be honest, but in all honesty, he should know better. So Dave I know you are reading this...get a blog and you can roast me if you wish...but you know the truth homie...my last time in Watsonville and you pull that...boooooo!



These two foolios have been rolling together for many a year. Uncle Joe and D-Money. What can I say, these guys have the good life. They live off funds they make on-line, live like rock stars when it comes to following porn conventions and just cruise trough life in chill mode. Good stuff. I'm not sure how long D-Money and my Uncle Joe have been friends but they look out for one another and that is what a guy needs...a buddy who will be there in good and bad times. On another note, I got to see some of the EuroCup with D-Money when I was home (uncle joe was at the gym) and poor-poor D-Money...his team, Netherlands, took a bad beat by peaking too early and getting spanked in the knock out rounds.



This was the first drink of the trip so I had to get on film. I think this toast was done at El Palomar in Santa Cruz.



This is some girl that Uncle Joe knows. I'm not sure why but she insisted on taking her dog into this bar. Not going to say anymore about that topic...but honestly, I know it is Santa Cruz and all...but who takes a dog into the bar?