Last night was fun. Alin and I went out to a few bars in my neighborhood where we decided to have a drink in each place and keep going. Unfortunately, we didn't make it too far. Alin's friend, who was supposed to meet up with us, finally caught us and dragged us back to a place we'd been.
By that point, both Alin and I were about 4 drinks in and were adequately smashed. Alin's friend ended up buying us a round of drinks, which I might add was awfully nice of her. That was that, shortly after, Alin and I decided that it might be best if we headed back home because staying out meant more drinking, which was probably not a good idea.
On our way back home, we stopped into Milano's Pizzeria, which is always a delight. We each grabbed a slice of mushroom and cheese and ran home to enjoy our treat in private. Soon after, we fell asleep.
In the morning, we made our way to Ocean Beach for a light jog. It was beautiful and the dog owners were out in full force. There were dozens and dozens of poochies for Sophie to play with. She ran up and down the shore, occasionally making a b-line into the water. As we were leaving, she decided to get distracted with another pooch and ran way far up the coast, so far that she lost track of us. By the time we had caught up with her, she was making her way up onto the street looking for us.
Fortunately, we caught her before she got even remotely close to traffic.
Unfortunately, I don't remember what happened the rest of this day. It's as though I just blacked out, or maybe I didn't publish this for a long time and I've since forgotten the truth ;)