One year, we’re getting kicked out of bars downtown, and the next we’re staying in on a Saturday night with the kids (none of which are my own), drinking homemade sangria and playing chow crown. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Christine’s going to murder me for posting this LOL. Hopefully her three kids keep her too busy to ever read this thing!

It’s too hot for clothes (@ Sausalito)

End of summer with my loves! Now I can stop trying to get that summer bikini body and focus on my fall sweater body.

It sure does! So much love with Christine and Jessie last night ♥

Last night’s happy hour turned into eight hours of sangria swirl margaritas at La Puerta, sake snow cones at Gaijin, beers at Blind Lady Ale House, and vodka at The Ould Sod.

I def won’t be drinking tonight… or maybe ever again.

It was a Saturday night, so I was in bed eating beef ribs from Phil’s BBQ when Christine called me and said that Diplo was having a free show downtown for the America’s Cup World Series. I’ve had this weird crush on Diplo ever since I saw him in that Blackberry commercial, so I finished my ribs got ready and was out the door by 7:30.

I had dessert and drinks with Christine at Karl Strauss, walked to the harbor, fist pumped to Diplo’s set, met up with Jessie, had one too many mules at El Dorado, ate late night tamales at La Fachada, and got home at three in the morning.

Today, I woke up with a headache and a half eaten burrito next to my face.

Boys, try not to fall in love with me.

An SD Beer Week bar crawl earned me Yelp’s Big Night badge Friday night with Christine, Shi and Anthony. I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty epic!

• Favorite Beer:
  The Lost Abbey’s Lost and Found at Neighborhood
• Favorite Bar:
  The Tipsy Crow—they had my least favorite beer but my most favorite eye candy (priorities!)
• Favorite Accessory:
  Anthony’s douchetastic Movember moustache
  Christine’s disguise
• Favorite Quote:
  “You’ve been recycling a lot of ex’s lately. Trying to keep your numbers down?”
  “I’m going green!”

Booty Bassment with my favorite ballerinas at the Whistle Stop last night! You can’t see them in the picture, but Antonio and Jessie were doing the bernie while this was going on.

I had Sunday brunch, bloody marys and breakthroughs at The Tractor Room with Jessie, Christine and Pammie, or shall I say “Can’t Commit” Mary, Mama Rosa Mary and The TJ Mary—I’ll let you guess who’s who 😉 I’m The Drunk Clam Mary, obvi.

Still recovering from the craziness and amazingness that was Friday night, Christian and I took it easy on Saturday with some hookah, a two-drink limit, and Lucha Libre surf ‘n’ turf.

Gaslamp one weekend, PB the next… Seriously, who am I right now? I’m pretty sure my next stop will be an intervention with my family and friends—I’m not talking about the pool party at the Hard Rock Hotel, either (although at this point, it’s a valid assumption).

I went to work yesterday morning, had happy hour (and a $200 tab according to my bank account!) at JT’s with my coworkers afterward, never made it home or to The Casbah as planned with Jessie last night, and woke up this morning in my coworker’s apartment.

Contrary to the last time I went out with all my work friends (AKA my manager’s drunken birthday disaster of 2008), I’m pretty sure we’ll all still be speaking to each other on Monday! Ha.