Archive for August, 2008

gym sightings

Posted in gym, ramblings, san francisco with tags on Sunday 31 August, 2008 by the Notorious O.S.C.

sun 31 aug

it’s labor day weekend.  the rest of the world seems to be off this weekend, but alas, i am working.

i went to the gym. (hello, i’m going to LA next week? must become buff)

it’s interesting to go to the gym at a different time than when you normally do. you see a whole new set of people.

this time, i saw lotsa people who i hadn’t seen in a while.

Guy From Yoga (or do i call him YogaGuy?) talks a lot. i saw him talking to the PornGuys. (one of the PornGuys got his braces off.)  YogaGuy lives near me,  and later when he was on a reverse abs machine, i learned that he’s from Oregon. he was gonna visit his folks there this weekend, then decided not to.  (i wasn’t eavesdropping, he just talks a lot, and sometimes quite loudly.)

also in attendance was JocelynWildenstein Anorexic Lady. still looks the same.

LatinoGuyWhoSmellsLikeSnuggleFabricSoftener also showed up later.

i could go on and on.

but i’ve got errands to run.


a visit from LA

Posted in friends, music, san francisco with tags , , on Friday 29 August, 2008 by the Notorious O.S.C.

totally forgot to write about Amy’s visit from LA last week.

she and her beau were visiting (along with 4 others).  they all went to the hippie-fest in GGPark.  others call it the Outside Lands Festival.  radiohead. beck.  whatever.  radio+beck+65 other bands in the middle of a field = hippiefest.

we went to several restaurants in one night.

some thai place on Lombard
Bar Tartine for the cheese plate

i left out hundreds of details, because i’m too lazy at the moment.

spontaneous side trip via

Posted in bar, drinking, friends, san francisco with tags , , on Sunday 17 August, 2008 by the Notorious O.S.C.

sun 17 aug

[sidebar: where the hell is this month going? it’s already half over. it’s almost time to pay rent again!?]

it was a little past midnight when i got outta work last night. and i felt like going out, but i didn’t feel like going out. it was strangely foggy–not strange that it was foggy, because after all, it’s august in SF, and it’s usually pretty foggy here at night. but strangely foggy in that it the fog resembled more of a light misty rain.

i walked through the ‘loin and saw the usual parade of drunken kids from the suburbs populate the bars surrounding area west of union square.

i walked to polk st, thinking that i wanted pizza. i got to polk, and realized that i didn’t want pizza. but the 19 bus was coming up the street.

“Beach+Larkin”. flashed the illuminated lights at the forehead of the 19 Polk. i thought for a split second, and hopped on. i was gonna visit my friend Alistair. he’s bartending tonight.

i ride a bicycle and i haven’t been on a bus for several months. it’s not an all together unpleasant experience. it’s way slower than a bike, but much less strenuous.

it was about 12:30 or so, and i was under the impression that this was one of the last buses for the night.

i tapped out on my phone’s browser. after a little navigating, i found the bus line, the stop, and the next scheduled arrivals. according to there were 3 more buses going back downtown. within about 20 minutes of each other. wow. is this right?

i disembarked at the wharf. the wharf is quite lovely when it’s not jam-packed with overweight tourists. it was a calm night. hardly any wind, and no fog. weird, especially since it was foggy-as-fuck over in the ‘loin.

only a block or so to the bar. i walk in. sparsely populated. nirvana wails from the jukebox. alistair is standing behind the bar with a goofy grin on his face and a look of surprise.

“you’ll never guess who was just here…” he begins.

the story continues of how his parents had surprised him at the bar (they live in Europe! ) just as he had a moment to sit and eat for the first time all day/night. they didn’t tell anyone that they were coming. they just decided to show up!

what it must be like to be so rich…

indeed, very surprising. i’d be a little freaked out if my parents randomly popped into the restaurant one night.

we catch up, chat about nothing, and share a shot creation that he called the “young virgin”.

i remembered that my muni time was tick-tick-ticking. i wanted to use my free bus transfer for the ride home! my phone’s browser said that the next two buses were in xx minutes and xx minutes. i did some quick math, and knew that i should go.

i bid adieu to my oh-so gracious bartender.

i walked the block or so to the bus stop, only to see that i was so early, that i was watching the previous bus pull away from the stop. damn. i’d have to wait another 17 minutes. otherwise, i could walk, but why would i walk uphill, then downhill, then uphill, only to go downhill again?

i check for the 47 bus. i think it’s running owl by now. after all, it’s about 1:30am.

my phone display says that the 47 bus is “arriving”. i’m half a block down the hill, and i still have to turn left once i get to the corner. i see the bus appear, and then take off. dammit. missed it.

i wasn’t angry that i missed it, i was actually kind of excited. the status was correct! must use satellites to predict when the bus comes!

where was this technology 5+ years ago when i was commuting back n forth on the bus all the time?

technology kicks ass!!

i walked back down to the 19polk bus stop. the last bus was already there, lights off. doors closed. the driver was inside, hangin out waiting for his scheduled departure time.

a few minutes tick by, and i gaze off into towards the Hyde St Piers, and to the darkness surrounding alcatraz. with a crank of the ignition, the bus roars to life, and i embark on my journey home.

from my seat on the bus, i spot lotsa drunken revelers congregating outside bars trying to close up for the night. i was home in a few minutes. and i felt like i’d been on quite an adventure, if only for about an hour.

happy hours into night

Posted in bars, drinking, friends, happy hour, san francisco with tags , , , on Saturday 16 August, 2008 by the Notorious O.S.C.

16 aug

it’s been all about happy hour lately.

wednesday, i went to happy hour with annie, frank, mickey.

we started at Ponzu.  their happy hour is pretty good, although it only lasts till 6pm.  kobe burgers, prawn something-or-other, and ahi tuna.

had some cocktails, too.

then we moved on to…  uh…  Bacchus.

there’s a kick-ass jukebox!
we played billiards. it’s amazing how much better your billiards skills are before several cocktails.

some more talking, hanging out, laughing, and then we moved on to the next place.

it was Bigfoot Lodge.

this is where it gets a little hazy.

Annie decided that she was crashing at my place.

more talking, laughing, professing our love for each other, hanging out, etc. ensued.

and then suddenly we were hungry.

next stop:  Grubstake

i think i had another beer there.

annie didn’t crash at my place.  i think she may have taken a cab home.

the next day, thursday, was happy hour as well.

this time with D, visiting from Colorado. he just married a different CrazyCzech.
we started at roots.  they claim to have a rooftop garden, which they do.  but there’s no food/beverage service up there.

we go to Level III. it’s a new bar/lounge/restaurant/lobby/conference room/registration area in the JWMarriott.

it’s a weird space.  everything kinda flows into everything else.  it’s strange that tvs are tucked away into little nooks, where you can have food, or lounge around.

are we at the bar? are we in the lobby? are we at the registration desk?  all questions that begged to be answered.  and the answer.  yes.

happy hour prices are excellent. mac n cheese; mini kobe burgers; truffle (?) fries. all for about $4 (?).

cocktails are incredibly inventive. created by some doofus mixologist who works at Elixir.

service is kinda suck-ass.  suck-ass meaning non-existent.  no one ever approached us to serve us. we had to go to the bar.  not necessarily a travesty.  it probably has something to do with the way the bar/lounge/lobby/registration area/conference room/restaurant is set up.  how do the servers know if we need food/beverage service? they don’t. for all they know, we could be waiting in the lobby, or trying to check in…   see how it’s weird?

[where: 1750 Polk St, 94109]

[where: 1525 Pine St, 94109]

[where: 401 Taylor, 94102]

[where: 500 Post, 94102]

“convenience” fees

Posted in annoying with tags , , on Wednesday 13 August, 2008 by the Notorious O.S.C.


$13.40 in “convenience/processing” fees for a $27 ticket is a little excessive, dontcha think?


Posted in friends, lunch, restaurant, san francisco with tags on Friday 8 August, 2008 by the Notorious O.S.C.

Crazy Czech friend is visiting.  she’s really skinny. and she complains a lot.
we went to Zuni for lunch.  excellent caesar salad.

I’ve got much more to say, but i’m lazy.

[where: 1658 market st, 94102]


Posted in music with tags , , on Saturday 2 August, 2008 by the Notorious O.S.C.

Friday night, 1 Aug

SuperDiamond played at bimbo’s earlier tonight.

bimbo’s is an excellent location. it’s so old school. the bartenders wear white blazers. there’s a restroom attendant. the decor inside is straight outta the mid 1960s.

superdiamond played with Stung.

and you know what?

i enjoyed Stung more than i did SuperDiamond.


i know.

but that’s my opinion.

[where: 1025 columbus, 94133]

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