Pump that area, but don't give into the hysteria.

This week is over half-way through, thank goodness.

Monday night, S'ville gang got together for a little f-u-n. Which meant we didn't go to Signal Hill in the middle of the night. :D

We did however go the Hava-Java (I think). Where I ordered homemade orange juice with carrot in it. It was superrrrr good. It was my first time on Water Street since moving here, so it was nice to actually see the city I'm living in.




We went to Big Bites afterwards, where Matt rose to the challenge of eating two giant B.B. slices. Oh, we also visited our good friend, Winston!





I'd just like to say, a true friend gives you the socks off their feet so you can keep one foot safe with them.


Here is a video from a podcast I subscribe to. He posted this one on September 11th (yeah, I'm late showing it, so what?) and for some reason the song means a lot to me, even though it is done in almost a joking matter.The sky line with the buildings he shoots? It's where the Towers used to be. And he does a comedic podcast, for the record.