Drive was okay. Took the 101 and saw some chilled vistas.
This hotel is silly. Pretty cuso, but hey it’s okay to treat yourself now and then.
Went to a french/cajun restaurant under the Morrison bridge tonight, pretty good. These goofballs told both the ihop waitress in the am and the dinner waitress that it was my birthday so I had to deal with a “mudpie” both day and night. not great for a guy with lactose intolerance and suspect bowel movements. great blackened catfish, no doubt.
Hit a few spots. what else? octopus. Adam hit the right notes on Umbrella at a great bar with karaoke/pool/$1 tallboy pabst before we tried to get grown-up drugs at some hipster vs. rap bar. not a great look.
quick segue on american bars: why are they all cheaper/better/open later? is this a function of the liquor laws or just the new western frontier, 2k9?
walk home was okay, best part was keeping six so they could roll the hash joint. Instead of keeping an eye out for any authorities, Rob took advantage of a conveniant porta-potty and I sharpied my url on some urban surfaces.
This hotel is too nice, tomorrow: hawks vs. blazers. goodnight moon.
