I am about a week behind in writing about this...but it's way too amazing to not address. Last weekend, one of my friends had her birthday celebration. To celebrate her 27th, AM decided she wanted to do a car crawl all over Santa Monica...with a theme. Dress code? "Golf Pros and Tennis Hos" - no, I'm not kidding. And we all obliged. Who would argue with the birthday girl?!
I'm not sure any of us remember for sure how many or which bars we went to...or how many drinks we had...but it doesn't matter. We all had the best time ever together! And 9 hours of drinking also taught us many lessons:
1. Sometimes cab rides can be almost as much (or more) fun than the actual destination.
2. When people put sunglasses on inside a bar, their attitudes grow exponentially. (I've never seen LM and JR look tougher or meaner)
3. Great girlfriends are the best.
4. Beer + testosterone = push-up contest in a bar.
5. Some bars have posted laws that say "No Sports Wear Allowed." We went in anyway. I guess no one noticed? 
6. Finger pointing helps make any point stronger.
7. I REALLY love dogs. So much that I hug them whenever I see them.
8. ....and apparently sometimes think about kissing them?
9. A bar DOES exist where every hour is happy hour! Unfortunately, you still don't get happy hour prices 24 hours a day...weird. (And apparently WL just stands around in modeling poses so he's always ready for a photo-op such as this)
10. Sometimes you bend over and show your bloomers...and get caught.
11. Any excuse to have a dress-up theme and drink all day is a legit one.
12. More beer + more testosterone = pull-up contest at different bar. 
13. Bartenders will leave their posts to come have a quick golf lesson.
14. Boys are silly.
15. If you have a golf club, but no golf balls...bar limes work just as well. (See the next one sitting on the sidewalk just waiting to get whacked across Main Street?)
16. LK takes her work as the tally girl VERY seriously.
17. We'll take any chance to pose for pics that we can.
I'm going to just go ahead and say it...we don't have nearly enough bar crawls. There's nothing quite like spending all day bar-hopping with great friends, in paradise where it's sunny and 75, acting ridiculous, eating rum cake out of Ziplocs (thanks to AM for having her purse stocked), having one person wearing a whistle and blowing it to give 10 minute warnings at each bar, dancing in the streets, and laughing at everything. Aaahhhhhh, good times.
That dog so does not look into you.
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