The bestist pub in all SF. Here are some more shots of us having fun. First up is a group shot of Sarah, Justin and I with doodles on the dart scoreboard behind us.

Then comes the horror. 1 stinking millimeter was all I needed for my first ever 180 score. Two arrers slammed into the triple twenty and the other hit the wire and slid into the normal feeble twenty area. Dammit. Dammit and triple god bloody dammit. So close, so very very close.