Sigh… oh beach bars, why do I continue going to you if I never have fun at you? Those of you that know me in person, know that I’m anything but a beach bar girl. I’m an indoorsy/spray tan loving, cyber weirdo who prefers the rain over the sun any day, and definitely rather go out Downtown than to a grimy, sandy beach bar where girls sport flip flops and knotted hair with pride. However… my roommates are the opposite, your modern day beach bunnies if you may, and somehow always end up dragging me out to the PB bars. I’m not saying no normal people go to beach bars, but you and I both know they attract some real weirdos. I’m usually the girl in the corner growling with the glowing DO NOT DIZTURB sign permanently embedded in my forehead, I really don’t know why my friends even want me to go?
You get the point… Anyway, the other night we hit up Miller’s Field in PB and I actually had an ok time! Gasp… I’m not sure if it was the bar or just the fact that I was out with my favorite friends, either way it was fun. We had a great time people watching and laughing at all the boys pick up lines. One by one they’d drop like flies. One of my roomies is recently single and has been having a blast going out, so we send all the wild boys her way. She’s the feistiest as well, so it always makes for a fun show. Anyway, the point of this post was that Miller’s Field is an ok beach bar if you are in town visiting and must go to one.
Great way to grab an affordable yet cool luggage piece. You’ll be the envy of all the bros in line at the airport!
Summer is coming, time for a nice new clean cut 
