The Flats

B, sister D and I went to Santa Cruz over the weekend. D was playing a show at *Caffe Pergolesi*. She plays the viola in *Arcadio*, and either has a beer or whiskey right by her side when performing. We stayed at this interesting motel called *Edgewater Beach Motel*, and our friends were staying at a motel that was about 3 blocks away. Apparently, we found out that the area there, is called, "the flats," and is the most shady area of Santa Cruz. The way it was described to us, it came off as reeeaaaalllly bad. But since all five of us have either traveled, have lived, or live in shady places, we were a little skeptical. When we dropped off our friends at their motel, we said our goodbyes and chanted, "1-2-3-LIVE" as we all put our hands together in a huddle. I would say the most unpleasant thing there were the beds we slept on. But other than that, we had no problems. Not to say that the Flats isn't a bad neighborhood, we're just used to worse.

My good friend Soog was also in a show that night, so B and I went to her show first. It was full of clowns, graham crackers with whipped cream, balloons, and a gorilla. It was AWESOME.

In the morning, we went to *Beach Street Cafe* for breakfast, and it was good breakfast food.