I made a friend at the bar. "Big Chris" he called himself. "Dog, the bounty hunter" we called him. He really was a nice guy, bought rounds of drinks and made sure we all had fun.
The Stairs of Doom. I'm amazed I didn't die here.
The band - "Joe Cool Band" - was really, really bad. We left the bar shortly after.
I don't know what I did to deserve this!
"I wonder if this is hydrogenated?"
I'm not sure how i feel about being this easily trackable. If anyone wanted to, it would have been so easy to follow me to starbucks and back.
I think i'm done pic-whoring this trip. for now, at least.
