Above the Sunset Strip

Waiting at the top of a hill above the Sunset Strip, after catching the Kansas vs. Villanova NCAA tournament game. Stopped by my buddy Greg's place to park at his apartment, and looking down the street, I was struck by both how dark it was, just a few dozen meters up the hill, and how much activity there was in a small postage stamp window of light down at the base of the hill. Greg and I tried Rainbow, but they wanted ten bucks just to come in to hang out with the heavy metal skanks, so we just opted for the pub at Red Rock instead. A fine, beer soaked evening out on the Strip.

It Doesn't Get Much Bloodier Than This.

While in San Francisco for Thanksgiving, I had a spare hour while Caroline took Henry out for a stroll. We were meeting up at our friends' parents home in Pacific Heights, so along the way there Diana suggested I might stop into Balboa Cafe. I was able to catch part of a football game, had a famous "bar burger" and sucked down a couple of these amazing bloody marys. One of the best ones I've ever had.