His teeth are part of his charm.

"I was the most sober one of all of us last night," Rachel says this morning. We all burst into laughter at this comment.

Having stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, we are not feeling so hot. The cure? Bloody Mary's and football. We head to PB Shore (Pacific Beach) and get right to it. Apparently I threw a double T on the way there but it was provoked by the company I was with. It was thought that
I was on a "different level" than the rest of the group. Rachel has the pictures to document this.

If there is a heaven on earth PB Shore came pretty close. It was filled to the brim with men. Men from all walks of life...surfers, nerds, meatheads, jocks. It was amazing. There were men in chargers jerseys and redskins jerseys. I am pretty much in awe and just settle on enjoying the scenery. PB Shore was everything you imagine a little beach bar to be. It was on the water with panoramic windows left open to enjoy the view and the breeze.

I am having a wonderful time when all of a sudden something horrible happens. A distgusting cholo looking man decided to take a throw up right in front of the area where we were sitting. I look up to see vomit strands hanging from his mouth. I cannot be around this so we immediately relocate. I find myself chatting with a new person that I was sitting beside. The girls have nicknamed him Ghandi. He looked like a monastery monk.

We then decide to relocate. We leave the bar and are immediately followed by several surfer men. Two of them decide to steal bikes from the bike rack outside, one faceplants to impress us and the other one strips while shouting "California!" The one I am particularly interested in had a mullet looking haircut and was riding the stolen bike near us (Rachel just informed me that he had one hand and one nub). We realize that they are d-bags and ditch them at Miller's Field, our new bar. We take immediate notice of our bartender who looks like a greek god. Lucky for us every drink is buy one get one free. We have 8 drinks in front of us.

I am feeling in a funk. I am not in the moment and tired. Corrine is upset with my attitude and decides it is unacceptable. "Excuse me bartender. I need a shot of vodka over here. Actually she needs two. " I am forced to take back to back shots and immediately I am back in the game.

At this point we notice our other bartender's teeth look like a halloween costume. Rachel says that his teeth are just a part of his charm. We love him and use him as a pawn to get the greek gods attention. Corrine and Julie find a red Christmas bow and decide to purchase the god for themselves as a Christmas gift. He did not find this amusing.

Throughout the day Rachel has made friends with the birthday boy and partakes in all of his birthday shots. Rachel is not looking pretty. We try to give her water to sober her up because we do not want her to ruin our evening. She refuses to drink it and only wants a beer. Corrine dumped out her beer when she wasn't looking, filled the cup with water and tricked her into drinking it. I attempted to put her in a cab several times but she wasn't having it. Thats our Rachel, always stubborn.