Sweatspants aren't supposed to be tight.

There are three beds in our headquarters (i.e. the trailer/clubhouse) and we opt to all sleep in one. We wake up this morning feeling rejuvenated despite our lack of sleep.

This leads me to the title of this blog...sweatpants aren't supposed to be tight. For breakfast Corrine's sister Alayna made about 50 crepes for the family. We ate them with butter and brown sugar, butter and powdered sugar, butter and peanut butter, fruit and whatever other toppings we could come up with. Stuffed and feeling a bulge in our bellies, we again decide we need to exercise.

The plan was to go to the Ventura Pier and check out the scene there. Beforehand we took a photo shoot at the family gym. We get to the pier and immediately head down to the water to take a stroll along the beach where we spot several young surfers. We are at Surfer's point, after all. Corrine pointss out several sea creatures floating amongst the rocks. We found crabs, hermit crabs, sea anemome's and tons of kelp. I have never heard of the creature the sea anemome before in my life. Apparently if you poke them they shrivel up inside themselves. So obviously I was poking the shit out of them. "EEEEWWWWWW Rachel you almost stepped on three of those shriveling up things," I shout. "Well I can't tell where they are because they blend in with their surroundings." Rachel then has another double T (temper tantrum) and the next thing I know she is sulking on a rock alone across the beach.

The Sanders family and I continue on the stroll while Corrine and Rachel go for a run. We meet up with them after a short while and decide it would be a good idea for us to walk down the pier. Mr. Sanders is a history buff and informs me that this pier was once the longest wooden pier in California. He also taught me about the kelp farms and the channel islands far off in the distance.

After our phtotshoot on the pier, we decide its time to head back to the house. Of course, we spot a strange happening on the way back. Three druggies. One passed out in the sand like Christ on the cross with a flute on his belly. Two others teaching each other martial arts moves. Although not very well. Their only move was a karate chop to the neck that they kept practicing over and over. I also learned today what a Cholo was and saw some great examples.

As a result of our walk, we are starving again and decide it is time for our leftover mexican food from Yolanda's. This was followed by homebaked cookies that her mother made. Corrine then went on a motorcycle ride with her father where they checked out her childhood homes. After relaxing for a few hours, we decide it is time for dinner.

We decide on Ferraro's, an italian joint. AGAIN, we overindulge. We are AGAIN sitting around miserably. I may have to take a throw up.

Oh, one more thing. As I was bending over at the beach my pants came down a bit. Rachel now has several shots of my crack.

We have also since learned that LMFAO is pretty famous. They have a song entitled, "I'm in Miami, Bitch!" They sang this in their secret performance at Geisha House. We DIED when we found this out because we were incredibly embarassed.