Archive for August, 2010

dreamgirls, daves and grubstake

Posted in bar, dive bars, drinking, food, friends, happy hour, san francisco with tags , , , on Monday 30 August, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

monday 30 august 2010

from the SHN website

another bender. this time it was friday 27 august.

one of the many perks to my job as a concierge is all the free shit that i get to attend.  dreamgirls just opened at the curran, and i took theSeedling with me.

but first, we went to happy hour at elephant&castle. $5 appetizers! $1 off drinks! (which isn’t really much anyway!)

for whatever reason, the soundtrack consisted of 80s alterna/new wave. which was excellent.  how long has it been since i heard siouxsie and the banshees; erasure; yaz; kajagoogoo.; heaven 17.  (well, acutally about a week–as you remember, i went to 1984 at the CatClub last week.)

so we went to the show. got there a little early, and sat in the mezzanine section with all the other concierges.  Ray&Scott were next to us, and so were DebbieL and her sis;  Lorilor and her sis were next to them.  I saw the GuyWhoWorksatTheMonaco who went to wicked and the Oscar party with the asian guy that Crazyczech knows from the gym; manager from the old job; random salespeople, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.

the show was great for the first act.  great costumes, music, visuals, etc.

the second act, was draggy.  like it dragged on. i felt like they sang too much.  i realize that this is a musical, and that’s what they do.  and after awhile, i was getting tired for the lead who played effie, because she kept belting out song after song after song, complete with vocal gymnastics.

and now i totally get why mercedes (the fat black girl) from Glee is always singing that damn song which i had never heard of. snoozy.  spare me the melodrama.

there were some people that really loved it, they were standing up and applauding and cryingCRYING?  i know.  crazy. the show was over (finally) at 22:45 and i walked theSeedling to the BART station.  as i was walking home, i get a txt from Mikey that reads:

“come to Dave’s!”

“dave’s it is.”  i reply.

so i make my way over to the dive bar on 3rd st at market to find an entire cast of characters well on their way to drunken sloppiness.

Emmy, JNayNay, Mikey, and other random friends from various employments of theirs had been drinking beer since about 5pm.  you can imagine what state they were in. my stomach was still so damn full from all the happy hour eats at elephant&castle, so i started with a fernet.  good times.

JNayNay told me to put my drink on her tab, so i did.  i actually put several of them on there!  (tee hee!)

at about 1am. my cohorts were getting hungry.

so, like any self-respecting drunks, we pile into a cab, and go to theGrubstake. i haven’t been here in a few years, it seems.  good to see that it’s still busy, and some of the same busboys work there.

i think i had a claim jumper. and tato skins.   what was that i said about still being full from the happy hour eats at elephant&castle?

we leave at about 2am, just when the bars are letting out.  polk street is a fucking nightmare on friday night.  arguments over cabs. yelling. crazy drunken-ness. glad i can walk home.  good times.

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we be clubbin’…

Posted in clubs, dancing, san francisco with tags , , , , , , on Saturday 28 August, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

photo from Rollo&Grady

28 august 2010.

went clubbing last week.  can’t believe i forgot to write about it. at this new job, i’m asked WAY more often about nightlife.  and back in the day (oh, maybe 2006) i used to go out a lot more. i happened to be off on friday and saturday night, so to sharpen my skills, i went clubbing.  for research.

thursday i went to 1984 at the CatClub.  ’80s night.  it’s high energy in there.  good times… for about 20 minutes. top 40 music in the front, and new wave in the back.   there were more people in the back room, because the front room DJ was playing horrible stuff like Mr. Mister and Steve Winwood.  (dear mr. DJ: just because the song was released in the ’80s doesn’t mean that it was a hit in the ’80s. you should know better–you’re an old fuck who was alive during the ’80s, unlike a lot of the young twentysomethings that are on the dancefloor) Anyway, the back room was more full, because of the new wave party going on back there. it seemed that several groups of people knew each other, and they were older.   i came to the conclusion that it was:  a) someone’s 40th birthday party; or b) a highschool reunion.   both of which were perfect explanations.  i am brilliant.

i left there and rode around town for a little, trying to find the hotspot.  and apparently, there was none.  as cosmopolitan as we think we are in SanFrancisco, we’re a sleepy town, and, honestly, this aint vegas.

i eventually wound my way to theCastro, and popped into some of the cluuuuubs there. there were lotsa drunkies stumbling outta trigger, in the midst of full-on drama. theCafe was hoppin. with latinos and the men who love them.  and the standby,  SFBadlands, was pretty packed–but it always is.

friday night i got myself onto several guest lists.

first i went out to dinner with @theSeedling at LeColonial. good food, good company, good times.   (and it was freeeee. i heart being a concierge.)

anyway, it was 10:30 when i walked her to the BART station.  as i was walking home, i had this vision that i’d go out to the places that i got onto the guest list.

i get to temple at 10:45 and there’s a line outside.  it’s free before 11pm, so that makes sense. it’s a good scam they play–they held the line until about 10:57, and by the time i made it to the front, it was 11:07 and the bouncer dude told me that free admission was before 11:00 so cover is now $20.  excellent scam.

the cluuuuub itself is kinda cool.  main floor is big and white, decorated with lots of buddhas, and an elevated VIP section.  house music and drum&bass rules the main floor.  and people seem more interested in watching the DJ than dancing.  i think the night that i went, it was a super-ultra-special-populaire DJ who plays house music.

two separate rooms downstairs. the white white white room with the glowing lights is all about techno-electronica. and that flows into the cave-looking room, which is more pop-hiphop-mashup-fun.

the crowd is… ok.  they’re definitely not as ghetto as the crowd at infusion lounge.

after about an hour, i left.  and i randomly, ran into jamie from Soluna. we chatted for a bit. and then i went down the street to eve lounge.  i’ve been there before, and i like the decor in there. it seems like a bordello; or a brothel. there are giant art deco-y vintage portraits of women on the walls. it reminds me a lot of harlot. apparently, on this night, you must be asian to go there. was only in there for a few minutes.

then i went to ManorWest. this place is kooooool.  a bit more upscale.  the women wore dresses, (but that’s what women wear clubbing.)  and the guys–many were wearing neckties, or blazers, or vests, or scully caps, or something cool.  not formal, but everyone was DRESSED. and stylish.  much better than the bootcut jeans/square-toed shoes/untucked striped shirt situation that guys always seem to wear when they go out.   the place was crackin’.  there were groups of friends in the VIP section, dancing on the banquettes and upper platforms.  flashbulbs popping. great mashup music. bottle service. it felt like vegas, circa 2006!  good times!

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bender

Posted in bar, drinking, friends, san francisco with tags , , , , , , on Saturday 21 August, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

it was friday 13 august.

“u working?”

was the txt from JNayNay in the am.

little did I know that it was going to be the beginning of my friday night bender.

what followed was lunch and beers at the monk’s kettle with JNayNay, Kay, and then TheBartenderfromNewDelhi, and later CrazyCzech. lunch was… ok. I had the cincinnati chili–(ok) .  and fries (kickass!)  company made it better.

Kay is dating one of the bread bakers from Tartine Bakery, (he’s cute. i get vibes of a handsome Mr.Bean.) so we went there for dessert/coffee/people-watching.

we commented how delicious the chard sandwich thing that was at our next-table neighbor.  and she was so nice that she even offered the second half to us.  SF is so wacky like that. and even though we had just finished lunch, i was totally ready to eat again!  (sidebar–i don’t know why we politely declined… that shit looked great! )

the plan was to sit in dolores park, but the fog rolled in. we decided to walk along valencia.  JNayNay was looking for a dresser, so we went into vintage overpriced furniture stores.  JNayNay didn’t find a lamp, but i got a sunburst wall clock, and CrazyCzech got a lamp!  good times.

went home to drop off our treasures, and re-met up with the girls at Blondie’s, where, apparently, when you order a martini, it comes with the pint glass.  so it’s like 2+ drinks in one.  score! they cost about $12 though.  overall, totally worth it.

drea was supposed to meet up with us, but you know how she is.

next stop was delirium. one of the many excellent dive bars in the mission.  a few drinks, and BakerBoy was finished with work, and he joined us.

somehow, we decide to meet JNayNay’s friends for a bar crawl on divis.  i dunno, it made sense at the time. i had my bike, and was already on the road to drunkville.  we took the 22Fillmore, and put my bike on the front. score.  so we meet JNay’s friend Em (with several friends in tow) at the LionsPub.  ok place.  vibe ok. drinks ok.  free cheese.  good times!

Next stop is Solstice.  I enjoy it.  normal-ish crowd. not hipster, not marina, not douchey, not fratboy.  typical pac heights.   it starts to get hazy here. i remember that JNayNay orders fries.  which i’m very excited about!

through some random series of events, CrazyCzech meets us there after his shift ends at the restaurant.  as you remember, he was with us at lunch at the first drinking stop (monk’s kettle). Because we’re with an actual Czech, it’s decided that we must go to Frankie’s Bohemian.   someone in our group is disappointed that there’s only beer and wine at Frankie’s, and vocalizes such.  the bartender, without missing a beat, tells her to go somewhere else.  it’s that kinda place.  excellent.   JNayNay chimes in:”but we can’t go, i’ve got an actual Czech with me!”

and then CrazyCzech and the American-but-Czech-born bartender exchange some phrases in their native language.

our clique of people shrunk, and we’re down to me, CrazyCzech, JNayNay, Em, Garee, and Gimpy.

sidebar:  it was fun to hang out with Em, Garee, and Gimpy.  how am i supposed to procure them as my friends if i don’t have their contact info?  I don’t know why i didn’t ask for their info.  ugh, do i need to re-sign up for facebook?

we left Frankie’s after 2 drinks, and then went next door to Fishbowl.   it’s cool there too.  i really don’t remember much, about it.  i was talking to gimpy a lot, but he had his eye on the mackin’ action that was goin on between garee and em. methinks that he’s got a crush on either em or garee, i haven’t figured out that part yet.

the lights go up, and it’s last call. me and garee start talking about boston somehow.  and we’re bff.  and we hug.  and them we talk about something else, and we high five, and hug again.  apparently, me and garee are developing a bromance.

somehow, i got home.  CrazyCzech tells me we took a cab.

and in the morning i realize that my bike is still locked outside of the LionPub.
FAIL.

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