3:30 is the new 4:30
On Sunday afternoon, THE thing to do is to go to a bar in Point Loma called The Hole. I almost never get to go, but yesterday I did, with two other guys named Mike and one guy named JP.
I caught up with a bunch of friends I hadn't seen in a while, including one that had recently been hit by a car (He's fine, we think). I also got to talk to a friend that will be moving back in to my neighborhood, yay. That conversation ended quickly when I spilled an entire pitcher of beer all over both of us. Oops.
No trip to The Hole is complete without dinner afterwards at Pizza Explosion.
These times are kinda special.
I caught up with a bunch of friends I hadn't seen in a while, including one that had recently been hit by a car (He's fine, we think). I also got to talk to a friend that will be moving back in to my neighborhood, yay. That conversation ended quickly when I spilled an entire pitcher of beer all over both of us. Oops.
No trip to The Hole is complete without dinner afterwards at Pizza Explosion.
These times are kinda special.