PB Bar & Grill is not really what it sounds like.  You’d probably think it’s just a little bar & grill.  No.  It is the ultimate party destination.  They have indoor and outdoor bars, a dance floor, $2 coronas, $2.50 vodka red bulls, pool tables, go-go dancers (!), fountains with flames shooting out of them (seriously) … I mean, I’m not fucking kidding, this place was sick.  There was a line down the block, but the line moved pretty quickly.  The chicks were friendly and very hot.  More than anything on my trip to san diego, I fell in love with this place.

I’m going to try my hardest to move to warmer weather before next winter, because this winter has been awfully rough.  And right now, Pacific Beach is the top contender.  Having a house on or near that strip would mean a beach and many amazing bars are within close walking distance.  Pulling chicks from those bars would be a cakewalk, and the party goes on every night of the week.

Going to San Diego made me re-evaluate my life priorities.  I realized that all I’d need there is a modest income, and with the beach, women, warm weather and such friendly people, my life would be truly pleasant.  I’m doing it, ladies and gentlemen.  I’m not sure of the details right now, but I will be warm next year.