Live Free or Dance!

A road trip philosophy...

For those of you who know, Brit and I like to dance…a lot. While I wouldn’t go so far to say that either of us is sexy on the dance floor, we do what we can to entertain ourselves and have a good time-with or without the music. For this reason, we have made it a point to dance as much as possible throughout the road trip. I would be lying if I didn’t claim that our initial reason for wanting to dance across the country stemmed from our desperation (and in Brit’s case, obsession) to get on the Ellen Degeneres Show. We both think Ellen is hilarious, and feel that our dancing abilities may just be the golden ticket to getting us on her show. So while it’s true that the Ellen Show often comes to mind when we find ourselves dancing, our dance parties have become an integral part of our lives.
So by now, you must be wondering. What are the necessary criteria for discovering a compatible road trip companion? Find someone who loves to sing and dance as much as you! We are a very compatible driving duo, as neither one of us is afraid to shake it (or break it) like it’s hot (or not). All I can say is thank God for decent radio stations and highway break-down lanes, as the combination of these things has proven itself to be the perfect formula for roadside dance-offs.

We've made a few short videos along the way, which feature everything from roadside dance parties to sleep-deprived laugh attacks. Take a look at our channel on youtube to view the videos to date!

http://www.youtube.com/user/FeminineAdrenaline

What gives, California?

San Francisco:
A beautiful, eclectic city on the coast of California. We spent four days flexing our calves alongside the city’s steep hills, feasting on fresh sushi, and catching up with old friends.

Pacific Coast Highway:
The seven hour drive was filled with spectacular views of the coast, strewn with dozens of vantage points and prime photograph opportunities. We enjoyed taking our time cruising along the coast on a sunny day that turned out to be nearly as beautiful as the coast itself. Good music, good company, and some elephant sea lions thrown in for good measure, ‘twas a day to remember.

Hollywood goes Acoustic:
Before arriving in Hollywood, I was nervous that Brit’s passion for celeb-spotting would surpass the point of fun and innocent, and turn downright creepy. To be fair, though, she and I had a blast indulging in wholesome fun, while keeping celebrity fetishes to a responsible and controlled minimum. Aside from having her car broken into our first night in Los Angeles (this involved a stolen GPS, hundreds of pieces of broken glass, and the handsome cast of the L.A.P.D), we had some good times…

We had late-night acoustic jam sessions with some of her friends, covering everything from Fleetwood Mac to homemade jams about ‘girls in white pants.’ We toured the famous spots of downtown Hollywood, and took pictures with Frank Sinatra’s feet imprints at the Hollywood Walk of Fame (did you know he wore a children’s size five shoe?). We also made it out to Venice, and enjoyed eyeing some of LA’s coolest (and craziest) crowds alongside the boardwalk.

San Fran/ San Jose

Brit and I at an Irish pub in San Jose, CA.

Reuniting with my favorite lovebirds, Meera and Arjun!

K-town and Meerkat!


A visit with Meera is not complete without cappucino!

Haight/Ashbury, San Francisco

The intersection of Haight and Ashbury became famous in the early 1960’s thanks to its hippies hoodlums, and Grateful Dead associations. The remnants of the Beat generation are still seen today, as the modern-day Haight/Ashbury is lined with head shops, music stores, and cafes. Of particular excitement for us were the thrift stores (because used clothing is both trendy and cool). Everything from puppy litters to grams of cocaine are sold in this area, and it’s not uncommon to be approached by white-skinned rastas looking for ‘hugs or drugs.’ We survived our Haight/Ashbury experience unscathed, and enjoyed the eclectic vibe.

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The epic Pacific Coast Highway trip took place today, featuring seven hours of amazing vistas and a handful of off-road dance parties. An example of one such dance party can be found by clicking on the below Youtube link...enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2yR71LmVqw

A bit of the scene...

The Golden Gate Bridge is a tourist attraction not to miss! We cruised along the bridge with our eyes glued to the beautiful, rolling hills of San Francisco. With good friends and a blaring hip-hop accompaniment, this is an experience not to miss!



Tourists? Most certainly.
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After stopping at a viewpoint just opposite the Bridge, we snaked our way up through the hills, climbing until we could reach the highest point possible. We chose to do this climb with the help of our Civic, but were rather impressed with San Francisco’s fittest, whom pedaled alongside our car on their road bikes. The roads were so windy and steep, I don’t know how they pull it off, but I think protein-infused calf injections may have something to do with it.




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As dutiful tourists, we fulfilled our bay obligation by visiting another one of San Francisco’s notorious scenic spots, Fisherman’s Wharf. While there’s no pretending it’s an area riddled with tourist traps, it’s a lovely place to check out, especially around sunset. We poked around the many tourist shops, in search for free chocolate samples (check) and bargain, imitation Ray-Bans (check, again).


After checking out a bit of the wharf...

...I palled around with my main squeeze, Obama!

The picture itself isn’t great, but I absolutely had to include this man in the blog collection. He emerged out of his ‘houseboat’ when he heard me screaming at the seagulls to shut the (expletive) up already so I could enjoy the stillness of the ocean. He was in drunken hysterics…laughing at every interaction between me and the seagull. I never got his name, but decided to call him Peter.



So much seafood! The strip was filled with fish and chips and bowls of clam chowder. Yum-town!
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Who knew that two east coast honeys would attract male suitors along their cross-country road trip? While Britt appreciates men of all shapes and sizes, she had never quite considered this ‘type.’ Pictured above is the guy who just couldn’t take no for an answer…Britt’s most relentless pursuer! He apparently didn’t take the hint when we said we were leaving soon, as he jumped on the hood of the car to proclaim his love and demand a second chance at her affection. He was really something!

Le Beginning

We spotted this uncanny (and brilliant) quote on the bathroom wall of a supermarket in San Francisco. Knowing full well that Lao Tzu intended these words to reach us on day one of our road trip, Brit and I did whatever we could to ensure that we be photographed next to Mr. Tzu's good word. Thanks to one supermarket shopper, we succeeded in snapping this pic.

Day two is closing in on us, and I already can't keep up with the pictures and dance parties from the previous 48 hours.

Good things come to those who wait...expect more tomorrow.