Wednesday afternoon Glenn, Travis and I decided to utilize the sunny skies and take a ride out to McKinley park (Alhambra and H st.) for some good olde fashioned basketball. Little did we know, the beer, lack of legitimate cardio exercise and our decline of basic hand eye coordination over the years would soon whoop our asses with little to no embarrassment (depending on who you're talking to). Although we were pooped out of our brains after our first round of 21, we managed to muster up the balls to continue our blood, guts and glory rampage after Charlie, Pat and Justin met up. In my opinion, we were a pathetic bunch; six sweaty ass tattooed white boys, no socks, slip-ons getting loud on the court and no on is hitting anything but air and occasional rim. About an hour into it we actually looked like we knew what we were doing, better ball control and respectable shots left and right.
Perhaps next week we'll actually bring some water instead of a 12-pk of the "All Hydrating" Redhook ESB Ale. Fucking idiots.
On a side note, the lady and I took a day trip to Downtown San Jose for a tattoo appointment I booked with
Matt Shamah at
Analog Tattoo six months ago. He drilled me for about three and a half hours, and i have to say it really wasn't that bad at all. the best part is, it's already flaking clean off, no scabbies!
In my opinion, this shop has some of the best artists in Northern California if not the west coast. If you're looking to get tattooed, check it out... you get what you pay for.
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