So this is the new year,

It was 82 on January 1st. We went to the beach.

We actually went to San Diego to do some shopping and by the time we finished it was dark. So we grabbed some fish and chips, a cup of coffee, and headed down to the water. We all got in the frigid sea and then stole someone's abandoned fire pit. My dad went around to all the fire pits and stole the half burned logs from the other abandoned ones. There was a riotous game of Duck, Duck, Goose, which turned into Socialist, Socialist, Anarchist. My toes froze, I got sand in my hair, and I breathed in the salty sea air. I'd say that's starting off the new year right.