Happy Halloween, happy Time Change, feliz Dia de los Muertos...

At some point today I recalled how I made an alter to my Dad in my half of the dorm room at SJSU.

Last night I walked around Watsonville .

I thought the killer surf would hit. I booked a room a the Red Roof in at 1 and 152. $60. Help the economy and do research.

Observations:

Gottchalks, like Mervyn's, is dead. My Mom out-lasted Mervyn's

Here, teenage girls wear the slutty Halloween costumes and it seems to be alright.

"All wrapped up in himself tonight, it's the mummy."

I walked around the neighborhood parties. Along the "Main Street and ate at a fancy restaurant, watching USC vs. Oregon and switching to Phillies vs. Yankees and the whole camera thing.

From there, I walked east to the Pajaro River Bridge, stopping in the middle, the Santa Cruz/Monterey County Line.

I went to a liquor store to get some beer and heard the Chinese owner tell a local dude that he was, too "Barracho."

There were a ton of cops.

This place is key to our state economy.

Surfing in the AM was cheesy, although the weather was great.

With the time change, I'd pull a Ross Gellar and get an extra hour.

I called in food at Los Gordos and then went back to the Red Roof to crash for an hour or so...

Great sleep, especially since last night was torrid fucking shit.

Note: There is no Starbucks in Watsonville.

I drove back up to Aptos Coffee and then back to Manresa.

More mellow surf but a way to get to know the set up.

I feel like I could map a cross-profile of the sandy beach floor.

My shoulders and middle back really hurt.

I am going to try to hit tommorow morning - with the time change and all, an extended window maybe.