The Malibu Whim

It’s mid June and my friends, Anthony and Mat, and I decided to take a trip out to Malibu beach to see Anthony’s girlfriend and my best friend Rachel. We rented a spot at Malibu RV Park to pitch up a tent—it was the cheapest way to stay there for four days. We had our concerns, but after pitching up a four bedroom tent on top of a small mountain with a bird’s eye view of the Pacific ocean, hearing the waves crashing against the distant shores, camping wasn’t such a bad idea.
The beach was about walking distance and there were cute little seafood restaurants lining the shore.
After wrestling with the four bedroom tent, which took all four of us and a giant rock to hammer the stakes into the ground, we were able to take a quick dip into the ocean before having dinner at a super fancy Mediterranean restaurant across from the beach.
Quick note on beach: the waves were incredibly strong where we were. I got body slammed a few times while Mat, Anthony and I attempted to body surf.
At the restaurant, Mat and I already started on a few drinks—rum and coke, Tanqueray and tonic—while waiting for the rest of our party to arrive. Rachel had invited two of her friends from the music camp she was attending at Pepperdine University. By the time we sat down, I was already very tipsy. The bartender was surely not frugal on the liquor. But I decided to have a refreshing mojito to be my second drink. By the time I had that one half way down, I was drunk. I couldn’t really tell if Mat was feeling anything, but I think I remember him telling me he thought the drinks were really strong.
In any case, I ordered what I thought to be a delicious lobster and linguini dish. I scarfed it down without a second thought. At this time, I could tell that I was getting fairly emotional. I had this horrible feeling that Rachel, my very closest friend, was annoyed with me. Earlier the evening, she had turned and scolded me about how we were all “in a very nice restaurant.” I have a big mouth and there are many times where I will let it fly on subjects no average human being would dare share with others.
Unaware of our newest guests, I was on the topic of how my period finally started regulating after years and years of having surprises. I was excited to share that with everyone. Thus, Rachel turning to me and saying, “We’re at a nice restaurant…”
For some reason, that struck a wrong cord with me and my body literally went numb—a tell-tale sensation that I was gonna start crying at some point or another.
Well, after drinking up my third Tanqueray and tonic, totaling just three drinks all night, I ended up in the bathroom in tears, blubbering about something along the lines of how my best friend is ashamed of me and how “I shouldn’t even speak at all” because people find me obnoxious. Rachel, of course, is comforting me all the while.
Thankfully, this lasted a total of ten minutes, if not less, and I was back to my bubbly self, ready for more.
Rachel had to return to her dorm while me and the boys returned to our tent. Mat pulled out Parcheesi and Anthony pulled out Bud Light. I hate Bud Light, but I was drunk enough to not care. So all three of us played Drunk Parcheesi that we were never able to finish.
It was six in the morning and I suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. I had only had four drinks total the night before, but I was all too aware of my stomach’s existence. One thing to know about me is that I never throw up. I have thrown up a total of four times, once when I was three, once when four, once last year and once more this year. So when I dragged myself out of the tent to rush to the bathroom, you should already assume I’m not very good at this.
I sat on the bathroom’s cold floor for about thirty minutes with nothing happening. The wave of nausea began to subside so I pulled myself up to rinse my face. As soon as I moved to the sink, I felt it come. I missed the toilet by an inch, red liquid spilling out of me. The flavor in my mouth was that of sweet seafood, probably the worst taste I have ever experienced. I rushed to the sink to rinse my mouth out, and then came another wave. This time chunks of lobster and linguini, undigested, came hurtling out of me. I couldn’t see it at the time, but there was no mistaking the feeling of it. I did it once more into a different sink before the vomit-frenzy subsided.
Quite frankly the most awful vomiting experience of my life, even though it was only the fifth time. I was quite surprised by myself as well; I never get sick after only four drinks. Then, to top it off, about an half an hour before 8am, our tent neighbors woke up…along with their kids. For about the next few hours straight, none of us could sleep through the high-pitch screaming and whining their young toddler decided to torture us with. That toddler also decided to run around our tent, yelling out “Ball!” as though “ball” was the only word it knew how to say. I nearly committed murder that morning.
After the neighbors left and after a few more hours of recuperation, I was ready to begin again, starting at the beach. But the experience has now ruined my love of lobster, unfortunately.
Mat, Anthony, and I spent all day at the beach. We jumped waves, fought against huge pieces of kelp, and we made Anthony into a sandman. Needless to say, the day was quite perfect, sans morning. We had dinner at Duke’s, a Hawaiian restaurant directly off the shore of the ocean.
That evening, we decided to take it easy and get some rest before the next day where we would be spending at Disneyland. We fell peacefully asleep to the crashing of the waves below us…
…until rudely awakened by a radio and loud and drunk kids laughing which lasted until 2am. Again…murder.
So when morning came around and it was time to get ready for Disneyland, you can imagine how tired we all were. But the big whopper was when Mat said, “Great. I’m surrounded by ants.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I said. I hate ants…passionately.
“Nope. Not at all,” Mat responded, not quite happy either. He didn’t have an air mattress, so the only thing he had under him was a sleeping bag…which the ants surrounded like a mote. Mat carefully observed the ants and was thankful to find they stayed off of him. “They seem to have an interest in one of my socks, though,” he said, “and…my shorts…and my bathing suit…”
“Well, at least they’re distracted,” I commented, as I searched around my own bedding area. No ants, phew.
As Mat began to eliminate the ants with the bottom of a water bottle—which, in my opinion, is a very inefficient way to kill ants considering the elevated bottom of a water bottle—Rachel and I made our way to the bathrooms to get ready for the morning.
All of us were ready in a little over a half hour, hopped in the car, and started the hour long drive to Disneyland. We were originally planning to get there when it opened, but we didn’t make it in time. That was okay, though, we still managed to beat the massive crowd that would have surely been there if we hadn’t arrived when we did.
The four of us skipped for joy into Disneyland’s gates, as if we were ten years old again, and quickly decided which ride we should head towards first. Making a note that the Matterhorn didn’t have a fast pass—which is STUPID, I might add—we decided to ride that one first.
However, we had a slight detour that was needed in order to get Rachel coffee and something to eat. Inside Disney’s little market, we saw two places: an empty coffee shop with plain fruit and a small assortment of Danishes, and directly across, a restaurant with a full breakfast spread. Rachel considered the full spread until looking at the massive line that had formed…of course, there was no way.
So we quickly dashed into the empty coffee shop, grabbed Rachel and I a small coffee, and she, a bite to eat, and then we rushed over to the Matterhorn which, thankfully, the line had not gotten too long.
Our first ride started the day off to a good start. We seemed to have plenty of time for all the best rides. We climbed Tarzan’s tree—with me miserably failing the Tarzan rope—ventured into Indiana Jones’ Temple of the Forbidden Eye (or whatever you call it), blasted into Space Mountain and had a rough ride to Endor on Star Tours, got shrunk by Dr. Szalinski…again, checked out some mansion we were debating on renting…until we found out it was HAUNTED!!!—and floated down the river of the Caribbean and saw a very real looking Johnny Depp. Depp was actually really disturbing in the sense that he was so life-like, we could have sworn that he was a real actor.
For dinner, we were lucky enough to get riverside seating inside the Blue Bayou restaurant for Anthony’s birthday. Unfortunately we had an asshole of a server. I, myself, work for a restaurant, I can vouch that this guy was, in fact, a dick. It is a good thing the four of us are such good sports…
Oh yeah, and did I forget to tell you, we were all in Star Wars?
All in all, the whole day was probably one of the best days we had had altogether. Even Anthony kept getting “Happy Birthday” wishes by complete strangers everywhere we walked. Too bad that didn’t get us at the front of the line…
As soon as we got back to our tent in Malibu, we all passed out in exhaustion. And for the first night that week, it was a silent night—sans annoying drunk people and crazy babies.
The next day, Rachel, Anthony, Mat and I had lunch—forget breakfast—at a Seafood Bar with the most deliciously amazing fish I have ever had! And then it was time to say our goodbyes to Rachel. It wasn’t easy leaving Rachel behind in Malibu, especially for Anthony. But we had to get back to Arizona and she had to go back to her music camp.
I have had a lot of amazing adventures with my friends and family, but I have to admit that this trip will be one of the best that I will always remember. I am so glad that, before we all move away from each other, we had the opportunity to make the best memories possible…together.

It’s mid June and my friends, Anthony and Mat, and I decided to take a trip out to Malibu beach to see Anthony’s girlfriend and my best friend Rachel. We rented a spot at Malibu RV Park to pitch up a tent—it was the cheapest way to stay there for four days. We had our concerns, but after pitching up a four bedroom tent on top of a small mountain with a bird’s eye view of the Pacific ocean, hearing the waves crashing against the distant shores, camping wasn’t such a bad idea.

The beach was about walking distance and there were cute little seafood restaurants lining the shore.

After wrestling with the four bedroom tent, which took all four of us and a giant rock to hammer the stakes into the ground, we were able to take a quick dip into the ocean before having dinner at a super fancy Mediterranean restaurant across from the beach.

Quick note on beach: the waves were incredibly strong where we were. I got body slammed a few times while Mat, Anthony and I attempted to body surf.

At the restaurant, Mat and I already started on a few drinks—rum and coke, Tanqueray and tonic—while waiting for the rest of our party to arrive. Rachel had invited two of her friends from the music camp she was attending at Pepperdine University. By the time we sat down, I was already very tipsy. The bartender was surely not frugal on the liquor. But I decided to have a refreshing mojito to be my second drink. By the time I had that one half way down, I was drunk. I couldn’t really tell if Mat was feeling anything, but I think I remember him telling me he thought the drinks were really strong.

In any case, I ordered what I thought to be a delicious lobster and linguini dish.

Lobster Linguini

Lobster Linguini

I scarfed it down without a second thought. At this time, I could tell that I was getting fairly emotional. I had this horrible feeling that Rachel, my very closest friend, was annoyed with me. Earlier the evening, she had turned and scolded me about how we were all “in a very nice restaurant.” I have a big mouth and there are many times where I will let it fly on subjects no average human being would dare share with others.

Unaware of our newest guests, I was on the topic of how my period finally started regulating after years and years of having surprises. I was excited to share that with everyone. Thus, Rachel turning to me and saying, “We’re at a nice restaurant…”

For some reason, that struck a wrong cord with me and my body literally went numb—a tell-tale sensation that I was gonna start crying at some point or another.

Well, after drinking up my third Tanqueray and tonic, totaling just three drinks all night, I ended up in the bathroom in tears, blubbering about something along the lines of how my best friend is ashamed of me and how “I shouldn’t even speak at all” because people find me obnoxious. Rachel, of course, is comforting me all the while.

Thankfully, this lasted a total of ten minutes, if not less, and I was back to my bubbly self, ready for more.

Rachel had to return to her dorm while me and the boys returned to our tent. Mat pulled out Parcheesi and Anthony pulled out Bud Light. I hate Bud Light, but I was drunk enough to not care. So all three of us played Drunk Parcheesi that we were never able to finish.

It was six in the morning and I suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. I had only had four drinks total the night before, but I was all too aware of my stomach’s existence. One thing to know about me is that I never throw up. I have thrown up a total of four times, once when I was three, once when four, once last year and once more this year. So when I dragged myself out of the tent to rush to the bathroom, you should already assume I’m not very good at this.

I sat on the bathroom’s cold floor for about thirty minutes with nothing happening. The wave of nausea began to subside so I pulled myself up to rinse my face. As soon as I moved to the sink, I felt it come. I missed the toilet by an inch, red liquid spilling out of me. The flavor in my mouth was that of sweet seafood, probably the worst taste I have ever experienced. I rushed to the sink to rinse my mouth out, and then came another wave. This time chunks of lobster and linguini, undigested, came hurtling out of me. I couldn’t see it at the time, but there was no mistaking the feeling of it. I did it once more into a different sink before the vomit-frenzy subsided.

Quite frankly the most awful vomiting experience of my life, even though it was only the fifth time. I was quite surprised by myself as well; I never get sick after only four drinks. Then, to top it off, about an half an hour before 8am, our tent neighbors woke up…along with their kids. For about the next few hours straight, none of us could sleep through the high-pitch screaming and whining their young toddler decided to torture us with. That toddler also decided to run around our tent, yelling out “Ball!” as though “ball” was the only word it knew how to say. I nearly committed murder that morning.

After the neighbors left and after a few more hours of recuperation, I was ready to begin again, starting at the beach. But the experience has now ruined my love of lobster, unfortunately.

Mat, Anthony, and I spent all day at the beach. We jumped waves, fought against huge pieces of kelp, and we made Anthony into a sandman. Needless to say, the day was quite perfect, sans morning.

Duke's Restaurant

Duke's Restaurant

We had dinner at Duke’s, a Hawaiian restaurant directly off the shore of the ocean.

That evening, we decided to take it easy and get some rest before the next day where we would be spending at Disneyland. We fell peacefully asleep to the crashing of the waves below us…

…until rudely awakened by a radio and loud and drunk kids laughing which lasted until 2am. Again…murder.

So when morning came around and it was time to get ready for Disneyland, you can imagine how tired we all were. But the big whopper was when Mat said, “Great. I’m surrounded by ants.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I said. I hate ants…passionately.

“Nope. Not at all,” Mat responded, not quite happy either. He didn’t have an air mattress, so the only thing he had under him was a sleeping bag…which the ants surrounded like a mote. Mat carefully observed the ants and was thankful to find they stayed off of him. “They seem to have an interest in one of my socks, though,” he said, “and…my shorts…and my bathing suit…”

“Well, at least they’re distracted,” I commented, as I searched around my own bedding area. No ants, phew.

As Mat began to eliminate the ants with the bottom of a water bottle—which, in my opinion, is a very inefficient way to kill ants considering the elevated bottom of a water bottle—Rachel and I made our way to the bathrooms to get ready for the morning.

All of us were ready in a little over a half hour, hopped in the car, and started the hour long drive to Disneyland. We were originally planning to get there when it opened, but we didn’t make it in time. That was okay, though, we still managed to beat the massive crowd that would have surely been there if we hadn’t arrived when we did.

The four of us skipped for joy into Disneyland’s gates, as if we were ten years old again, and quickly decided which ride we should head towards first. Making a note that the Matterhorn didn’t have a fast pass—which is STUPID, I might add—we decided to ride that one first.

However, we had a slight detour that was needed in order to get Rachel coffee and something to eat. Inside Disney’s little market, we saw two places: an empty coffee shop with plain fruit and a small assortment of Danishes, and directly across, a restaurant with a full breakfast spread. Rachel considered the full spread until looking at the massive line that had formed…of course, there was no way.

So we quickly dashed into the empty coffee shop, grabbed Rachel and I two small coffees, and she, a bite to eat, and then we rushed over to the Matterhorn which, thankfully, the line had not gotten too long.

Our first ride started the day off to a good start. We seemed to have plenty of time for all the best rides. We climbed Tarzan’s tree—with me miserably failing the Tarzan rope—ventured into Indiana Jones’ Temple of the Forbidden Eye (or whatever you call it), blasted into Space Mountain and had a rough ride to Endor on Star Tours, got shrunk by Dr. Szalinski…again, checked out some mansion we were debating on renting…until we found out it was HAUNTED!!!—and floated down the river of the Caribbean and saw a very real looking Johnny Depp. Depp was actually really disturbing in the sense that he was so life-like, we could have sworn that he was a real actor.

Blue Bayou

Blue Bayou

For dinner, we were lucky enough to get riverside seating inside the Blue Bayou restaurant for Anthony’s birthday. Unfortunately we had an asshole of a server. I, myself, work for a restaurant, I can vouch that this guy was, in fact, a dick. It is a good thing the four of us are such good sports…

Oh yeah, and did I forget to tell you, we were all in Star Wars?

Star Wars

Star Wars

All in all, the whole day was probably one of the best days we had had altogether. Even Anthony kept getting “Happy Birthday” wishes by complete strangers everywhere we walked. Too bad that didn’t get us at the front of the line…

As soon as we got back to our tent in Malibu, we all passed out in exhaustion. And for the first night that week, it was a silent night—sans annoying drunk people and crazy babies.

The next day, Rachel, Anthony, Mat and I had lunch—forget breakfast—at a Seafood Bar with the most deliciously amazing fish I have ever had! And then it was time to say our goodbyes to Rachel. It wasn’t easy leaving Rachel behind in Malibu, especially for Anthony. But we had to get back to Arizona and she had to go back to her music camp.

I have had a lot of amazing adventures with my friends and family, but I have to admit that this trip will be one of the best that I will always remember. I am so glad that, before we all move away from each other, we had the opportunity to make the best memories possible…together.

View from our tent

View from our tent

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~ by Christanna Rowader on July 13, 2009.

3 Responses to “The Malibu Whim”

  1. That was an awesome trip! Let’s go get some lobster! I’m sure your stomach is ready for it again 🙂

  2. awwwwwww!!!!!!! i’m so glad you write about us!!!! and i’m sorry i made you feel embarrassed :-(. i love you!

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