Hermosa Beach

At the end of June, D celebrated the completion of the first year of his residency program!  Hooray!!!  Perhaps, now that the first year, and reportedly the worst year, is over his hours will be "less crazy." A few friends from his residency class, along with a few non-medical folk like myself, went out to the Union Cattle Company's Ocean Bar in Hermosa Beach to celebrate. Someone from the group suggested a round of tequila (also referred as "to-kill-ya") and I was stealth enough to snap this candid shot of the group.

Where was my tequila shot, you ask? It was my turn to be the DD, so alas not shot for me. Besides, its way more fun to be behind the camera during these kinds of dangerous situations.

The following night, our dear friend K came to visit for the night. She was en route to Japan for business and thought she'd take advantage of the layover in LAX. Surprisingly, D and I decided to return to Hermosa Beach for another night on the town.  We originally were supposed to go to a show at Sainte Rock, but we all puttered out beforehand and decided to head home for some shut eye.  Once we decided to head home, simultaneously our 19-year-old-selves shook their heads in shame from our lameness. Oh well.  And I forgot to mention that K and I were supposed to run eight miles the next morning. Running eight miles in the morning is so much easier when you're not hurting from the night before. So take that 19-year-old-selves!

The following evening, we returned to Hermosa Beach for some delightfully delicious sushi and a little stroll on the beach/boardwalk.

Silly girls. On second-thought, perhaps our 19-year-old-selves wouldn't be completely ashamed of our current lameness and instead appreciate our never-ending silliness?  We shall never know.