I love Santa Barbara and it loves me right back. The weekend began fittingly on the beach at the East Beach Grill. Just about the only place right on the beach where you can drink (& eat). Not the cheapest or best eats but the views and scenery were optimal.
After a quick change and freshen up we headed out for Dinner at the Cities top choice for butcher cut steaks and chops, Shalhoobs. I had the Spencer cut Ribeye which was perfect. But the highlight of the place was the service, particularly the bartenders who really know how to treat the customer (read great pour).
From there it was on Velvet Jones to see Spandex Tiger. It's hard not to have fun with a butt rocking glam band that gets up on stage in hilarious skin tight outfits to crank out hits like: Dumpster Love and Tijuana Handjob. I actually took the CD home and listened to it (I prefer the live show).
From there the night unwound itself quite nicely at EOS. The most (only) happening club in town. Where mythologically speaking the gates of hell were opened by the goddess of Dawn so her brother Helios (the sun) could ride his chariot across the horizon each morning. In an amazing coincidence the rest of the weekend resembled some of this mythical story. *Note to self: remember to include eternal youth when requesting immortality.
We ended our weekend on a high note. With appetizers and a culmination of old and new friends meeting at The Brewhouse and Neighborhood. The weekend was what dreams are made of. Thank you Santa Barbara, see you soon.
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