"Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream." — John Steinbeck
We strolled up to the Monterey Bay Aquarium around 5:30; just as they locked the front doors and stopped selling tickets. We snuck in the exit and of course got caught. A little sweet talking with the female ticket girl bought us thirty minutes to see the whole place, free of charge!
If I ever thought Justin couldn't get away with anything, he proved me wrong by asking a waiter on Cannery Row where the good places to eat were, and the dude actually helped us. Justy caught up with the NFL at the bar and I picked at a bland lump of fish. The bay darkened and we gave up on making it to San Fran. Our night ended with some super cool locals we met at the restuarant dragging our asses home with them, keeping us out of the gutters.
Keeley busks outside the restuarant to the delight of two old perverts (not us, two other old perverts)