ferry to st. john for woodys happy hour. always more fun when you bring elton johns sunglasses.
(insert drinking, drinking, more drinking, shots, etc here)
last time jonathan was here the toddler tried to steal the woodys sign behind us. apparently that left a mark on young jonathans reputation at this beloved happy hour spot. we were soon to find out that he was remembered.
(beers. beers. beers. shots. shots. shots.)
somehow. someway. we ended up at another spot after the happy hour ended at woodys. somehow this awesomeness ensued below.
epic day in the islands obvs.
