Archive for October, 2010

when a drink becomes 5

Posted in bar, drinking, friends, SF with tags , , , , , , , on Friday 29 October, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.


fri  10.29.2010

aries and I went out the other night, because well, it was wednesday, and we’d both gotten outta work at about the same time.  why the hell not?

“Just one drink” we said.

started at the Marriott UnionSquare.  then moved to the BurrittRoom.  and then a nightcap at minx. and then 5 or 6 drinks later, the bars were closed, and we were hangin out in my apt having crazy fun till about 5am.  i’ll leave it at that.
good times.


i don’t want to change the world

Posted in music, sub-lebrities with tags , on Tuesday 26 October, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

…i’m not looking for New England.  I’m just looking for another girl…”

Aries just told me that BillyBragg just checked into his hotel.  how random.


Posted in drinking, ramblings with tags , , , on Monday 25 October, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

monday 25 osc-tober 2010.


just got home from work, and decided to purchase some magners irish cider–don’t know why.  however, i’m thoroughly enjoying it. it’s like drinking sparkling wine.  excellent.

in other news, i’m listening to LoveLine on live 105.  thoroughly enjoying this as well.


in other, other news.  i should be thinking about a halloween costume.




Posted in restaurant, san francisco with tags on Saturday 23 October, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

sat 23 osc-tober 2010.

it was tuesday when CrazyCzech and i went to the oh-so posh restaurant benu at the former hawthorne lane.


that’s all i have to say.

i don’t care that you’re a french laundry alumnus.

food is… eh.   and way overpriced.  maybe upscale fine dining is wasted on me, because i really enjoy other restaurants,  like blue plate, front porch, maverick, nopa, coco500. 

oh, but it all looked good. everything was a piece of artwork and looked like it was from the 5th floor of the SF MoMA. i didn’t recognize most of the ingredients from their natural state.  weird. 

the dining room is totes minimalist. like someone’s living room, by way of crate & barrel.  yelpers were creaming over the utensils, which were excessively flat, and somewhat brushed steel (?)

and i had the privilege to experience this for a mere $300, ladies and gentlemen, $300.  is the word:  SUCKER printed boldly across my forehead?  apparently so.

i’m already tired of discussing this subject.

you sexy little minx

Posted in bar, drinking, friends, hotel, san francisco with tags , , , , on Saturday 23 October, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

last week, me, J, and JMcD (my friends from the OtherHotel)  decided that it’d been too long since we’d all drank together.

we all worked till 11pm that nite, and met up at minx.  in a former life, minx was the RedRoom at the Hotel Commodore.  in its new incarnation, its a too-cool for skool dive bar.  fabu-lash.

it was good times! i don’t remember what the hell we talked about, but i started with a shot of fernet. (no wonder).  we heard about the new boy the J went on a date with.  he’s the manager at huf. several drinks later, she had enough sense to leave, but JMcD and i continued to drink until we couldn’t drink anymore.

and i think we got pizza.  glad i live just a few blocks away

seemingly insipid

Posted in bar, bars, BFF, bicycle, drinking, friends, restaurant, san francisco, SF, work with tags , , , on Friday 22 October, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

23 october 2010.

it started out as a low-key monday in late september. (it always does, doesn’t it?) who knew that it would escalate into an all-night binge of debauchery and emotion?

for whatever reason, i worked teacher’s hours that morning,  7am-3pm, which allowed me to attend the concierge event later that night at starbelly in the castro.  I’d been there before, but only for drinks.

i departed from the confines of the Hotel at 3pm. i’m rarely off at this time, and was a little unsure as to how to spend my newly found afternoon free. it was 80+ degrees outside, so i decided that outdoor luxuriation was going to be my main focus.  i rode around north beach, chinatown, and eventually ended by riding along the embarcadero. there is primo luxuriation real estate near the arrow.  the clock tower struck 5pm, and i was still there. the event started at 5:30pm.  i’d been riding my bike around town, and thought that a shower was in order before attending this event. luckily, the Crunch was right across the street, but it took me at least another 30 minutes before i motivated anywhere.

by the time i got to starbelly, it was about 6:30.  a few of the concierges were already there, including Eye and Maz, who i met at the wine country event the week prior.  i was glad, because i like them.  my former coworker LSan, and my replacement, Oz; my current manager, DR; and Association Prez (irritating) were there.  hellos and hugs were exchanged, and i started imbibing.

pimms cup was my drink of choice. after all, it was hot out,

click here to see where i got this image from!

and pimms cup are pretty light on the booze.  unless, of course, you drink 3 of them in the span of an hour. (-_-)

the event ended, and since we were in the Castro, me, Isaac, and Marie went to Qbar to partake in their 2-for-1 monday drink special.  we even got LSan to come with us.  however, she had enough sense to leave after drink #1, to go home and watch the season premiere of House. how smart of her. if only i’d known.

well, several rounds of drinks later, it was only 9pm.  and we were drunk. drunk. drunk.

so, like any self-respecting drunktards, we went to Badlands. Maz had 2 friends join us, so our drunk-tourage (entourage) was getting larger, and more intoxicated.

Badlands had $2 special on rolling rock. (yep, just what we needed!)  as a result, all of it was an incredible blur. although, somehow, we left badlands, because….

the next thing i realize, i’m in someone’s apt, drinking, playing and carrying on like i’m still in my 20s.

apparently, the night went something like this:

badlands.  moby dick.  chatting.  meet friends.  hit it off.  last call. back to new friends’ place.  drink some more.  upstairs, downstairs.  more playing.  phone call from mom at 4:15am.  turns out that my lola passed away.  call mom back, heavily intoxicated. lots of crying. more drinking. crashed at friends place. wake up the next morning. hung over as FUCK.

Aries, (my new BFF) recounts the night to me.  and even i’m surprised at the debauchery.

we spend the morning (and afternoon) trying to piece together the events that lead up to the present.  it was like playing “clue” in reverse. i discover that me and Aries have lots in common. he’s cool.  and i like hanging out with him.

i realize that i have to fly back to NY that afternoon/evening.  mother fucker. why am i so hungover?  and what’s with the swiss cheese memory?  (apparently, that’s what happens when you start drinking at 6:30pm.  and partake in monday night drink specials.)

anyway.  i’m glad it all happened, because it was fun.  and i made a new friend.but maybe next time, i won’t partake in so many 2-for-1 drink specials.

i head for the location of where (i think and hope!) my bike is still parked and locked.  and  there it was… just where i’d left it. excellent.

good times.

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