
day 3 in san diego. today is the pool party at haber's place so he wakes us all up at 8am to go to costco for food, etc. nothing like 5 smelly hungover guys making a costco run. as usual, the cubs were in town which always brings cloudy weather. so, no one actually got in the pool, but the hot tub came in handy.



can someone please tell me why crumley's law school friends crashed the party. did he come for us or them? i guess we'll never figure out what goes on in that mind of his.

after drinking for 6 or so hours at the pool it was time to head to the cubs game. of course, they lost again, 1-2. it is becoming embarrassing to be a cubs fan. freddy almost broke his hand trying to catch a foul ball which haber may have had a better shot at had he not ducked out of the way. too bad i was busy sitting in haber's work seats getting yelled at by loser padre fan (since when did mullets come back in style for women?) or else i would have made sure i caught that ball. btw, padres fans are some of the quietest fans i have ever heard. why is it that they don't serve beer in the stands?
let's head out to the bars... there was a bet on how many of haber's out of town guests would get kicked out of the bars and i'm not sure what the over/under was, but only 1 got kicked out (way to keep the tradition alive day!). although, any three of these guys look like they were drunk enough to get kicked out:
