The Chum Bucket, no really.

So the guys went deep-sea fishing while us girls were being pampered at the spa last weekend (we CLEARLY got the better end of that deal). No pics of us at the spa - just imagine some seriously blissed out happy girls in our robes gossipping and chatting non-stop. Here's some highlights from the guys' fishing trip.

I tagged along while they were buying their fishing gear and I SWEAR in my hanging-around-the-fishing-store-boredom, I spotted this homeless guy who was Bobby Brown. I know, I suffer from Thinking-People-Are-Famous-When-They-Really-Aren't-Syndrome, but let's be honest, Bobby Brown COULD be homeless in San Diego. He's not a well man.

In the fine fishing establishment "Squidco"

Loading up the boat we'll nickname, just for convenience's sake, The USS Booter:

Rob chilling during happier times (aka, the beginning of the trip)

Nobody looks greenish YET...

Check out Jason's catch! Most impressive...

Wait, how big was it?

There are no further pictures of this trip as it ended prematurely with a green colored Rob and Aaron ending up back at Aaron's house playing Guitar Hero (the perfect cure for Sea Legs, apparently). Note to self for next time (if there IS a next time) - take your Dramamine the NIGHT BEFORE!