First night in San Diego was a great way to break ourselves into the city. Start of the night was spent at a Mexican house party in Chula Vista. After soaking in the culture and avoiding stabbings we head out to a bar called The Plank. A lot of the same crowd from the party came to the bar and the good times rolled. Two people got sick, one at the actual bar rail and the other in the smallest bathroom I have ever seen in a bar, and remained in the bar but a third, non-puking person was given the boot. They eventually Mcguyvered their way back into the bar and stayed until closing. After this we walked back to Keebler’s house (more to come on San Diego’s most Bad ass man later but quick FYI – he is the guy with the cast on getting stabbed by Dalton) we listened to him argue with his girlfriend. After they finished she came out and made everyone the best grilled cheese sandwiches this side of the Mississippi. Keebler must be a pretty convincing guy.
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