SEA RANCH! SEA RANCH! SEA RANCH!

Undisclosed seaside location.

Five years of going out on Thursdays. Five years of collecting donations from all the members each week. Five years of spending our money on three-nights and four-days of sitting by the sea, eating tons of amazing food, and drinking most of the time.

Agenda for Thursday:
Arrive, unpack, ice keg, make cocktail.
Sit on grass with 11 of the Thursday drunks and stare at the sea.
Set up Rock band in main house. Set up Wii (with projector) in the Wii Chateau house.
Eat homemade mac & cheese buffet with 12 topping options. Drink wine.
Walk to beach in the dark. Stand in ocean. Walk back. Climb in hot tub.
Split into Rock Band vs. Wii house. Drink some more.

Agenda for Friday:
Still playing Rock Band vs. Wii.
Sleep til 9.40 am. Stumble to porch with cup of coffee. Sit in sun.
Eat fried chicken, waffles and grits for breakfast. Sit in the sun. Think of next cocktail.

Okay, I think you get the picture. We eat, drink, walk to the ocean, drink, play games, drink, sit in the sun, drink, hot tub, and repeat. For four days and three nights.

Meals included breakfast burritos, homemade lasagna, french lunch, beer cheese soup, and many, many other delectable goodies.

Journal Tidbits:
Mostly censored - even for this blog!
"I'm toasted but not Italian" - TheJenny (she forgot she said this about 5 mins later.
"Could you please man-up that daiquiri!" - No idea who said this.
"I woke up looking pretty like this." - Nairb

The Shack

5201 Folsom Blvd,
Sacramento
(916) 457-5997

The Shack (aka the Sub Shack), started serving dinner all the time! The menu looked fab, we love Gary, so we had to head out there.

The crappy thing is that RobotGoBen was working, Scribby was icky sicky, NakedBob, TheJenny, Mr Chemistry, and Shooter were all somewhere else doing something else, Sluggy was still doing Thursday classes. Crabby brought baby Lexie, so it was a small, but fun crowd that got to enjoy the evening at The Shack.

Since I was the sicky one, I have nothing to report other than Jarla said the mac & cheese was to die for! All I can say is that I can't believe that it WASN'T fabulous, so I declare - Fabulous!

Anatolian Table Restaurant

6815 Lonetree Blvd # 105
Rocklin, CA 95765
(916) 772-3020

Oh man do we love this place! I think the single biggest reason is that when we stroll in with 10 people they pull the tables together in a square. That doesn't sound like much, but when you eat at a long table every week and only talk to your half of the table, gathering around one large table is super cool! You can have a convo with the whole damn group!

The food, as always is super tasty. Kebabs of meat, yummy rice, thing on the menu we don't recognize - how much better can it get!

The staff are very nice, and when the waitress completely overlooked Mr. Chem, she became his best friend for the evening. Only beer & wine, but that's not a deterrent.

We are starting to get freaky excited about Sea Ranch --- History Lesson Coming -- So, we all put in $2 each per week into the travel fund. With that money, we go to Sea Ranch, rent a beach house for 12 people for 3 nights and all we pitch for is the food and booze! We are so smart... SMRT!

Best part of the night was talking about any near death experiences that we may have had...there were tons! Great table topics for your next gathering.

Journal Tidbits:
"I'm already wearing my speedo so I'm ready to go." - Mr. Chem
"Speaking of jugs..." - Caddie
"It feels like a really small penis." - Scribby

de Vere's Irish Pub

1521 L St.
Sacramento, CA 95833
(916) 231-9947

We were down some Drunks as some of the boys (RobotGoBen, Shooter, and Cap'n Crabby) were in Vegas, and Scribby was working (WTF?). We found the place, luckily as it didn't have a sign outside, and stepped into the loudness. First impressions: this place is way crowded, noisy, and most of them are wearing suits (it made Frankenstein a little scaredy). So Mr.Chemistry, Jarla, Frankenstein (maybe we should call him Dr.Manhattan...), and Nariby grabbed the table by the door. NakedBob and I hovered by a tall table across from the others. Eventually a table around the corner cleared and we swooped in for the kill. All seated together we could finally hold a conversation and eat some food like the civilized drunks we are!

Once seated an assortment of observations were made. We voted 4 in favor, 1 against, and 1 neutral, that cursive handwriting was bullshit and no longer relevant. My gin and tonic arrived with so many limes it resembled a green shrimp cocktail. The kind that wouldn't kill our dear Scribby. We also thought it might be fun in the future to draw topics of conversation out of a hat. Big themes like "Why are we here?" and "How do we know we're not alcoholics?" Or do like a debate team and assign viewpoints for people to argue. Maybe someday we'll be organized enough to actually do it.

Second and third impressions: The staff is super nice. Our first waitress was cute and brought all of us drinks, even though NakedBob and I were technically not in her section. One bartender brought Jarla a sidecar of cider because he noticed hers wasn't full enough. And our second waitress was also very sweet. She brought me a side of Irish Bacon because my sandwich arrived lacking it. Dude. And they played "Young Ned of the Hill" by the Pogues. Solid.

Quotes of the evening:

"Its a slippery pig."
-NakedBob

"Go ahead and show them my hand prints on your ass."
-Mr.Chemistry to NakedBob