Places I've Been: Papas and Beer

So last night...no, just kidding, it's been a LOOOONG time since I've been to Papas and Beer, the fine Rosarito Beach, bar/sandpit/dance club (complete with papas AND beer).

I spent New Years Eve at my friends house in PB playing Cranium (In this puzzle you will be asked to unscramble the following letters. I'll read the clue aloud and give you the card and start the timer. Ready. The clue is: broken. Ready, go. MROU TCPE) and telling crazy stories to our perspective significant others about what it was like before those days where we sat at home and played Cranium.

The story kind of went like this: "remember that time we went to Rosarito and ended up at Papas and Beer and met those guys who were in the navy who were there celebrating their 18th birthdays?"

Somewhere exists a bunch of pictures of us dancing on some pole, refusing to talk to the guys below us and somehow ending up back in our hotel room where later that night someone tried to break in through the bathroom window. My instinct was to jump up and close the bathroom door... "ooo scary robbers, I CLOSED THE DOOR on you, lets see you figure out that whole doorknob thing."

Others instincts? to roll over and go back to sleep.

*twist ending* turns out that it was really the security of the hotel who were trying to break into the room next door to us but calculated the wrong bathroom window in which to shatter in the middle of the night.




You should go to Papas and Beer if you are 18 and in Rosarito Beach, Mexico OR you are 26 and heading out for a crazy night with your other 26 year old friends only to realize you've actually outgrown these shinanigans.