A Labor Day Weekend Crawl
Yes, it's Labor Day Weekend, which basically means (for you none US types) that the first Monday in September is a (bank) holiday - in US terms, a three day weekend.
My three day weekend started a half day early when the company I work for celebrated a recent success by kicking everyone out early on Friday just after lunch. I spent the first part of my three and a half day weekend by going to the fancy bicycle shop in San Jose. I've now ordered my new mountain bike - should be here by next weekend, fingers crossed.
Anyway, the main part of the three day weekend involved my friends Chris and Laura coming down with their dog Coco. Our vague plan involved walking Coco and pub crawling.
After walking Coco out on the coast trail (where, guess what, the photo was taken), we headed out for the crawl. Given that we're all getting old these days, it was a fairly tame, yet very fun, crawl. In fact, we were debating how many pubs actually counted as a crawl - our (maybe optimistically small) number was three.
We started off in the Crown and Anchor, had a couple of drinks with dinner, then hit the Britannia Arms and then moved closer to home for a final drink in the Bulldog, before heading home. Once home, I finally had an excuse to open the twelve year old single malt (which I've had unopened for twelve years) as Laura in particular is a whisky officiando. I tried it, not my cup of tea.
This morning was a lazy morning with a trip to a local breakfast place where Coco was allowed on the patio followed by a bit of touristing before they headed off on a scenic way home along the coast.
My three day weekend started a half day early when the company I work for celebrated a recent success by kicking everyone out early on Friday just after lunch. I spent the first part of my three and a half day weekend by going to the fancy bicycle shop in San Jose. I've now ordered my new mountain bike - should be here by next weekend, fingers crossed.
Anyway, the main part of the three day weekend involved my friends Chris and Laura coming down with their dog Coco. Our vague plan involved walking Coco and pub crawling.
After walking Coco out on the coast trail (where, guess what, the photo was taken), we headed out for the crawl. Given that we're all getting old these days, it was a fairly tame, yet very fun, crawl. In fact, we were debating how many pubs actually counted as a crawl - our (maybe optimistically small) number was three.
We started off in the Crown and Anchor, had a couple of drinks with dinner, then hit the Britannia Arms and then moved closer to home for a final drink in the Bulldog, before heading home. Once home, I finally had an excuse to open the twelve year old single malt (which I've had unopened for twelve years) as Laura in particular is a whisky officiando. I tried it, not my cup of tea.
This morning was a lazy morning with a trip to a local breakfast place where Coco was allowed on the patio followed by a bit of touristing before they headed off on a scenic way home along the coast.
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