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Friday, February 26, 2010

dana point - the teethless hockey dudes

take the newport blvd, toward the ocean, turn left into pacific coast highway, you can a very wide view of the pacific ocean from an elevation, sloping down toward it.
the view is picturesque. passing by newport beach, laguna beach, marathon man's fren ah dennis, said, "if i got stuck in teh traffic, i rather be along the pch, than along the noisy highway. i won't mind take my time to take in all that's around me. don't you think so?"

"yep... i definitely agree. but today the traffic is good ha?"

"yep, but in summer time, you would many people coming to the beach, and you would have a problem in the traffic."

they drove all the way to dana point and took a few minute to get to the cliff top chart house restaurant beside green lantern rd.

it was a nice place and built right at the edge of the cliff overlooking the habor. they sat down at the bar. he order a Cadillac Margarita without salt. they spent 10 minutes at the bar, before all other fellows turned up. they adjourned to the table which was placed into a cove-shaped enclosure, with the end of enclosure looking into the habor through a wide and glass window.

they placed their dinner order. he picked the bronzed sword fish and a chopped salad.

they started their blaring....

"you know i sms gary when america won the ice hockey vs canada, in the winter olympics. and he said, i'm not happy..... "

"hey, you know what he should be happy man now that canada has won their match against russia." ah andy said.

"you know we will meet them again the final...."

"why you guys so crazy about ice hockey, i mean the olympics?"

"wow, you have to know that the price of the final is over $2000 per ticket.... we are very excited that we have won the match against canda, because they were really good, and we seldom had any luck against them."

"you guys played ice hockey?"

"you bet!" all of them pulled something out from their mouths and held it in their hands...... they were the false teeth.

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