Going into the weekend I had brainstormed "grand plans" of what to write about next here on PK. Mr. Pihl and I were heading to Kansas City to spend some quality time with his sister and her husband, and their exceedingly cute almost-nine-months-old son.
AKA, my cutie-patootie of a nephew.
Thank you, Google+ for animating my photos!
It allows me (and you!) to relive the cuteness.
Where was I? Oh.
This weekend also held an opportunity to get to hang out with a large handful of Mr. Pihl's pals. It involved a sports bar, a big birthday surprise, a party bus, and an
underground Irish pub.
Without going into detail, it wasn't really my cup of tea, but Mr. Pihl and his pals sure seemed to have a wonderful time. If you're into awesome Irish beer (I am), live music (I am), and cigarette smoke so thick you could cut it with a knife whilst trying to have rational discussions with inebriated adults (no comment), then this was the underground Irish pub for you.
So, in honor of my original planned Tuesday Ten, I give you ten photos of our weekend adventure, ranging from the Kansas City party bus to O'Malley's in Weston, Missouri.
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| The party bus - AKA, El diablo. |
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| Cheese! |
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| First ones on the bus! Shortly thereafter it was stuffed to the gills. |
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| Irish pubs and giant balls of twine just go together. Everyone knows that. |
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| At this point I was clueless as to what awaited me inside... |
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| Say it all together now! "Spooky." |
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| Doesn't that just scream, "drink me,"?! |
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| After descending three flights of stairs and two steep declines, we still had one more to go. |
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| So we go-ed. |
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| I was obsessed with the coats of arms lining the balcony. No idea why, though. |
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| Live entertainment by an Irishman left me with the urge to develop an Irish accent to match my hair color. |
Okay, fine. Technically there were eleven photos.
Happy Tuesday!
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