Sunday, January 21, 2007
Last night we babysittered up and went down to Pacific Beach to immerse ourselves in the chill vibe, y'all. Since we have no posse, we went with NYCA CEO Michael Mark and his wife Lois. I'm not sure we improved each others' cool factor, but there's strength in numbers.
Pacific Beach, or PB, seems to be a bridging area for college frat guys. They go from hanging out at SAE House, to hanging out at PB after they graduate (or maybe a little before, when they feel like getting out). Most of the bars were like Lahnina, or even more downscale... $2 beers, pool tables, most everything bolted down, peanut shells. Next door to the bars were tattoo parlors, head shops, and lingerie joints... clearly people do a lot of drinking in PB and want to do one of 3 things after they have run out of cash!
We liked JRDN the best... it was pretty swank. This psychedelic wall connected the bar area to the outdoor patio and into a very nice dining room. This one was done right. And the patrons all seemed to have ironed their shirts.
And when we came home, Daisy had cleaned up the house and made cookies with the kids! Pinch me!
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