Another boozy weekend (yikes?)

It started with sunshine and good times at the A's game with Sar on Saturday afternoon.  When the server came to take my drink order I requested a glass of white wine.  If I had known it came in a wee plastic stemmed glass I wouldn't have.  But, well, it did.  So here I am sitting at a baseball game looking like a total douche with this "glass" in my hand.  Needless to say I drank it quicker than I should have (while Sar  says "I've never seen you drink that fast - are you embarrassed to be holding that ridiculous glass?").  The next glass went down more smoothly and more slowly...

That night I went bowling with Matt and Paul.  Ah, beer and bowling go together like Cocoa Pebbles and milk - and Diablo Lanes doesn't disappoint.

Spent Sunday evening with Traci in Dublin.  The suburbs are so weird.  Lanes are hella wide and abundant.  Women get dressed up to drink beer (well, not me...).  Men wear baseball caps.  Who knew?

Heaven in a glass!

If I were to get a tattoo it would be the length of my forearm (because I believe in going all the way).  It would be an enormous red heart.  Inside this red heart would read "IAH + sangria = TLA"*.  Because it's true.

What's not to love about red wine and booze-laden fruit?  I've had my share of sangria - in many glasses, in many towns.  Some were tasty.  Some were fruity.  Some were extra boozy.  Some were bitter.  But a select few have been the sangria of my dreams.  Nectar of the gods.  Dare I say...heaven in a glass.  Well, it happened to me on Thursday night at a wee restaurant called Limon.

The place was crowded.  We made our way to the bar.  Michael says "Pitcher of sangria?".  I say "Yes, please!".  The sangria was a total dream.  Oh - and the food was hella good.  Scratch that.  The food was beyond hella good.  All in all - a great night.  

*TLA = true love always (for those who don't know)