The Bean and I went for a walk on Sunday. Both got really burned- but it was totally worth it. After all that cold, I'd rather get torched every day than go back to that.
Sup fool.
Right after Shelley took this, the ship took a rip on one of its cannons. No cannonball, of course, but the exact same noise and smoke as if it was a live fire. The sound reverberated off of the skyscrapers lining the harbor- so sick.
Ended the walk at a great restaurant on the edge of the water. That's where I ran across some sauce that got me missing one of my dawgs. Miss you, dawg. Pete's in Europe right now, drumming like a man and taking it all in. Proud of him, psyched for him, a little jealous of him!
