The cave. So we attempted to go to this hookah bar, but when we got there it was full. So one of the workers walked us down the street to this animal farm, cave place. The ceilings were twenty plus feet, we had our own stucco finish cave and drums we found stuffed in the corner.
The DJ booth no one was ever at, but their was a steady stream of Korean reggae and red and green flashing lights. The bartender was Korean with dreads and a knit rainbow cap like he just came from the islands.
Apple flavored tobacco and many, many Cass.
A new place we found out about that serves bagged streets for you to walk around with. A designer Capri Sun. So much better then shot gunning beer on the street. Wait, we just came from doing that.
They have such winning cocktails as jack and coke or cranberry and vodka, which I decided to drink after debating between that and a Mai Thaii.
A mixture of fried food dripping in hot sauce. Sooo good.
Finishing up a night, while continuing the reggae theme at a reggae bar and for the first time ever I drank a Budweiser.
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