After too much Sunday sangria day drinking, Suzanne, Erika, Lisa, Marisol and I went to tapas at Pipa. The last time I ate at Pipa I swore it off since a cockroach fell from the ceiling, but I was happy to return. Lobster paella, rioja, bacon-wrapped dates, and live music.Suzanne did the honors of dancing with the pictured adorable yet sweaty man. Then he called me ‘chicken’ when I refused him.
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