My friend Steph and I rode our bikes uptown to hit Bacchus on Sunday. It was a nice, long, not as scary as I expected bike ride, but when we got there, we couldn’t find our friends, so we headed back towards downtown and watched it at The Irish House instead.

(But when we were uptown, we were right by the apartment Kristina and I lived in twelve years ago and our old – and I mean old – landlord was outside so I chatted to him for a bit. Weird.)

Anyway, the main point is, I got this doubloon thrown by the King of Bacchus, Hugh Laurie. Swoooon. (Though the likeness on the doubloon is terrible, I have to say.)