I had clam chowder - which wasn't that great because I'm spoiled by Splash Cafe in Pismo.
I got some great pictures of Morro Rock though - and the harbor as well:
That last picture cracks me up because it reminded me of when I was younger and some friends (I think Elizabeth and Mylissa?) and I used to joke about flashing Gang Signs for Morro Bay by holding up 3 fingers....you know....for the 3 stacks, yo.
So Hubster and I cruised around and pretended to be tourists...we went into this one souvenir shop and hubster found a t-shirt that he wanted. It was black, with a white skull and cross bones...the skull had a patch over one eye, and at the bottom it said "Gimme yer Booty". He HAD to have it - which makes me think that perhaps I should do a "hubster's silly t-shirt" entry one of these days.
Later on at work - I guess hubster was telling his co-workers about the shirt...and they said "so...you bought a PIRATE t-shirt that says GIMME YER BOOTY?"
as you can probably guess, hubster's new work nickname is now "BUTT PIRATE"
(that'll get some google hits huh?)
Men - sheesh!
Anyway, as we continued on our way, I found my new favorite store called Southern Port Traders. They had so many beautiful clothes - long flowy skirts and pants and shirts that I could have gone crazy in that place. I settled on a purse - or actually, it's not a purse - but more like a BAG...sort of a messenger bag style:
I made sure to give hubster a business card from that store - a reminder for birthday's, anniversary's, etc....
From there, hubster said he wanted to go to Cayucos for cookies. Ha! Sounds like a fundraiser or something..."Cayucos for Cookies!"
I was in an agreeable mood, so I just nodded and said "let's go!" - without asking any questions.
So we get to Cayucos, and hubster goes "okay, now look for a Chevron station"
???? a CHEVRON STATION?
I said "you're kidding me right?"
and he goes "nope, I've heard it's a bakery in a Chevron station"
And I said "really...hmmmm...allrighty then - and you don't know WHERE this Chevron station is?"
and he said "nope, but how hard could it be?"
So we drove and drove and finally found the Chevron station - and lo and behold...a bakery! Inside a Chevron Station! With Cookies! The size of my HAND!
Dang those things were good.