Drove up the coast yesterday into Berkeley. Left San Diego around nine in the morning, snaked around Los Angeles, and stayed on the 101 until it hit the 1. I'm pretty sure the 1 is the Pacific Coast Highway, but don't quote me on that. I texted DJG to let him know I was thinking about him on the way up. Anywho, the PCH made this trip very much a scenic drive, but it was absolutely beautiful! Many, many panoramic views overlooking a cliff extending out into the ocean, and the requisite tons of tourists parked at the vista points. One girl balancing (poorly) on a rock kinda scared me and my friend, but we didn't think she would fall. We stopped twice -- once south of Pismo Beach to eat some of the best fish 'n chips I've ever had, and another time at Nefithes, the highest point on the highway. We stopped in to piss at the restaurant, and talked to four girls (who could have passed off for models) who requested that we take some photos of them on the terrace. They took three pictures of us in return. They also mentioned that actress Heather Graham had been in the building, but they had just missed her. Oh, shucks. Traffic wasn't too bad either. We were snagged a bit in Oakland. There was a game last night that had backed up the freeway a few miles, but we broke through. Landed in Berkeley around 8:00 -- our trip including stops reached 11 hours. Night life was a little disappointing. Even the terrific New York style pizza couldn't compensate for three bars packed with loud, smarmy undergraduates. Apparently, one fraternity rented out the basement floor of one ill-recommended bar. We had a beer at each place before walking back. Our friend joked with us about the seriousness of jaywalking tickets, despite a group of undergradutes stumbling drunkenly up the hill beside us. Boxed sake. Who knew?