Beer pong is officially the finest sporting event known to man. It’s a ridiculous amount of fun (though the picture below suggests this not to be the case), the trash talk is maybe even more amusing than the pong action itself. I’m well and truly sold on it.
So that was pretty much how the night went.
As I blog I’m sat on a ferry on route to Alcatraz, the former home of old Scarface himself. Did you know he spent a fair bit of time in isolation for fist fighting, who’d be daft enough to start a scrap with Al Capone?
As I blog now I’m sat on a ferry on route back from Alcatraz. It was ace, it’s presented exceptionally well and you leave with a very vivid feel for the place. I really don’t want to go to prison.
I’ve now taken to calling myself Donnie, it’s a mega time saver. Plus it gives me an excuse to do Donnie Brascoe impressions.
There is an official pub crawl from the hostel tonight and even though I’m in desperate need of some shut-eye I’ll probably go. I’ll be taking it easy tomorrow night as I’ve to be up very early to get the train to Denver so tonight is a final San Fran hoorah.
Once in Denver I’ll be on my own again so I plan to get some serious rest and a detox there.
Yum. I just ate a strawberry jam bagel, with the jam kindly donated by JM, via his mother. Yum.