Day 2 of family fun- "Learn to puck a farking car"

So day two of vacation did not start incredibly smooth. Considering how day 1 ended, having cocktails and numerous appetizers at our hotel while watching dolphins swim just a few hundred feet away, I was shocked to see day 2 go so badly. The trouble all began when my mom refused to park the Denali we have rented in a tight spot.  I'm not one to shy away from a close parking spot- regardless of any situation. I will park my car under a car if I have to in order to get a good spot. So I told her to move over and I would gladly park it. Mind you I drove a Honda Civic for 95% of my driving years. Denali schmali, how hard could it be? With much instruction from my dad I was able to pull in without hitting a thing. No passenger doors could open more than an inch but that didn't matter. As long as I sucked in real tight I would be able to shimmy out my door. In between the shimmying and sucking in my Ray Bans fell off and right as I stepped down the heavy door slammed shut, catching my sunglasses in the middle.  Might I remind you these are glasses I purchased about two weeks ago to replace my original Rays I lost/broke at the infamous jones pool.
The moment I heard the crunch my human instincts kicked in telling me to fight or flight. I decided to fight, or perhaps through a fit- you decide. I stomped my feet and tightened my fists and began to wail and scream "No no no this is bad this is real bad." I also cried and screamed until I decided this clearly had to be someone elses fault. Obviously if my mom had parked the car and not me this wouldn't have happened. So in my fury I told her to "learn to puck a farking car." Now speech mishaps like this always crack me up, but for the time being I couldn't let the humour be known so I had to keep crying. I certainly didn't want to lighten the severity of the situation. I had drawn a small crowd in the parking lot at this point and decided it might be best to choose option two now and flight to get the hell out. I walked it off and very maturely got over the incident/my dad bought me
new Sunglasses so things started to improve. 
I spent the day walking aroud Pebble with a glass of wine schmoozing with professional golfers. Phil and I smoked a cigar in honor of his birthday, that handsome young Rory Mcllroy kept asking me to buy him drinks and then all the players graciously signed a golf flag for Chris. Like I said, not a bad day. I still can't figure out why California has the rep of being such nice weather, however. On every occassion I have been here it is awfully chilly. I miss the stanky NE humidity, I miss walking out of a bar midnight only to find it just as warm as it was at 12 noon. 
We ended the day with a nice Italian dinner in the storybook town that is Carmel, California. We took it as our cue to leave once our table had spilled a drink, broken a glass and flipped silverware onto the floor- some people just can't handle their alcohol in my family....
And now time for day 3, a few more hours in Carmel then off to the homosexual capital San Francisco. Kind of ironic this is the city Jordan is flying in to meet us at...