Presidio Motel

There is something about Santa Barbara. I went to UCSB there. My sister and my brother went to school there. Now, my friend Dion, lives there. Dion, who I met through my sister because Dion and my sister are wonderful friends, is the type of girl who does not blink at the idea of packing up the double stroller and taking a walk to the Presidio Motel on State Street. We drank wine out of jars and let the kids boogie down in the parking lot to an acoustic gig. The scene was probably the hippest scene I have ever seen since life in Williamsburg circa 2004. Between the glow of the Coke Machine near some cactus and lava rocks and the handmade goods in the Presidio Motel Supply Shop, I was sold on the Presido. The only problem is, I have a good friend like Dion, so I don't need to stay there.