Alanna and I stayed in Oakland yesterday doing some house/cat sitting and we walked down the street to this kinda weird looking bar. When we got there, there was a guy holding a bloody rag to his face out front. Right there we thought “Maybe we don’t want to go to this bar.”
We walked by like we were just going for a stroll in a desolate warehouse district and then noticed a bike and bag in the middle of the road. We put 2 + 2 together and figured out that this guy fell off his bike and in fact did not get his ass kicked at the bar. So we helped him with his bike and bag and stopped in for a drink. Turns out it was the safest place to be in the neighborhood.
We played pool with a funny couple on their first date. Hope it turned out ok!