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bootylicious

Posted in bar, dancing, drinking, san francisco with tags , , , , on Thursday 22 September, 2011 by the Notorious O.S.C.

thurs 22 sept 2011.

 

omg.

me and crazyczech decided to go out to the castro last night. just because.

Badlands was boring as fuck, so we went to Booty Call Wednesdays at QBar.

such an attractive clientele, and fun fun fun! well worth the $3 cover.

ugh. and i’m still hung over.

 

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for my next trick, the Cliff House Infusion

Posted in bars, baseball, bicycle, club, clubs, crazy, dancing, decadence, drinking, free, free stuff, lazy, luxuriating, san francisco on Tuesday 9 November, 2010 by the Notorious O.S.C.

Monday 11.8.10

OMG.  I must stop drinking so much.

on tuesday 11.2.2010 went out with aries.  didn’t do much, but we hung out at my place with our friend KetelOne Citron.  good times.

on wednesday 11.3.2010, it was hella warm outside.  Los Gigantes had just won the world series and the entire town was coming off a high from the victory parade earlier that day.

i pretty much did nothing the rest of the day.  i luxuriated. i may have talked on the phone. i don’t remember.  it was one of those lazy days off.

that night, I went to a concierge event at the Cliff House where I learned all about the history of  the Sutro Baths

oh, and free appetizers and free wine/champagne.  thanks, Where Magazine!
i heart my job.

i left the place, and rode my bicycle back downtown. this time, not even a bit intoxicated. wow.

there was another event that evening to which i’d already RSVPd –a private party sponsored by Absolut with free drinks from 7-10pm at Infusion Lounge but didn’t have any desire to go.  Infusion Lounge, although an excellent space to go clubbing, attracts a ghetto-ass crowd more suited for Suite 181.   i know.  eeew.

i was slowly riding down geary st, exploring theMid.

(sidebar) i really need to hang out in theMid more often.  It’s so very mid-century  over there.  lotsa old neon, and old skool bars, restaurants, shops.  its like traveling through time.

CrazyCzech txtd me in the middle of my time-travel, and we decide to meet at Infusion.

we arrive at about 9pm, and are greeted with a line about 15 people long. after a little  hemming and hawing with the door people, I use my oh-so-powerful position as a concierge to get us in without waiting in line. excellent.  membership has its privileges.

the place is crowded, and it’s 9pm.  only an hour left for the open bar.  so we get some Absolut-sponsored drinks.  music: not bad. stuff you’d hear on the radio.  the cluuuuub itself is cool.  mostly red.  nice space.

a few leftover Giants fans are peppered throughout the club, I see some celebratory tshirts and caps and jerseys.

i notice their booze locker, and club photog approaches us and starts to ramble on and on about bottle service with locker. some crap about if you don’t finish your bottle, they’ll keep it for you, etc. etc.  then he asks to take our picture.  ok, weird photo guy.

last call for free booze is at 9:57pm.  of course we drink some more.   and then we order another round–but this time we pay.

we exit the club and it’s only about 10:30pm.  and the question of the night… do we go out some more?

YES is the answer.

we jump in a cab and head for starbelly, but to our disappointment, it’s already closed. or closing. or something.  i couldn’t really tell, as i was already well on my way to intoxication-ville.

we forego food and decide that it’s a perfectly good idea to drink instead of eat.  (of course.)

we stop at Moby Dick, to  drink and hang out. i like it there.  i start to get flashbacks from the first time i met Aries. weird.

next stop. badlands.  it’s wednesday and it’s not too crowded. fun fun fun. (but honestly, after 6  drinks, anything is fun fun fun.)

we enter the badlands and order an irish car bomb.  this is when my memory is like swiss cheese. i get flashes of being on the dance floor.  and then later a cab. and then my apt. and some fun ensues.

the next morning, there’s a cute stranger on my couch, and CrazyCzech is laying next to me.

OMG. my poor liver.

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!

[where: 94102]

james brown is dead

Posted in clubs, dancing, music with tags , , , , , on Tuesday 16 June, 2009 by the Notorious O.S.C.

this song came up on shuffle a few minutes ago.

i was immediately transported to 1991. boston. the lansdowne st. clubs.

and then i started raving around my apt.

hilarious.

the winner takes it all

Posted in club, clubs, dancing, free stuff, san francisco with tags , , on Friday 13 March, 2009 by the Notorious O.S.C.

i just won tix on the radio for a new cluuuuuuuub opening !

it’s fun to win stuff!

burn the floor to the 1980s

Posted in dancing, san francisco with tags , , , , on Saturday 7 February, 2009 by the Notorious O.S.C.

sat 7 feb 10:00

being a concierge totally has its perks. free theatre, restaurants, events, etc.

i went to “Burn the Floor” on thurs nite. it’s technically a latino ballroom dance extravaganza.  in reality, it’s a flashback to the 1980s as interpreted via Skinemax after dark and Chippendales.  seriously, most of the dance routines had smoke machines, wind chimes, lots of animal printed fringe, and partially shirtless male dancers.

it’s supposed to be sexxxxxy. and sensual.

it was slightly homo-erotic.

i think it’d do well in vegas.

and i know that old people will love it.  people who never go out to a cluuuuub.  people who never spontaneously break into dance.

and another weird thing:  it’s a latino/ballroom extravaganza.  and where are the latinos? not one latino/black/asian/person.  every single person on the stage was white!  white white white.

we all know that most white people have no rhythm! (yes, i sound racist. but it’s true, isn’t it?)

so i amend my declaration to:  white people will love it.

as i said before: “i know that old people will love it. people who never go out to a cluuuuub.  people who never spontaneously break into dance.” <–like i said, white people.

i’m cracking myself up!

a night in the mission

Posted in bar, club, clubs, dancing, drinking, food, friends, restaurant, san francisco with tags , , on Saturday 12 July, 2008 by the Notorious O.S.C.

it was thursday night.

we’d basically done nothing all day but hang out in parks, and rode bikes around.

we decided that we wanted to go to a cluuuub.

but first to eat.

after much much deliberation, we settled on Monk’s Kettle.  previous ideas–Thai Express, Asia SF, Sushi Groove–were otherwise thwarted for various reasons.

(i was glad, because i don’t like AsiaSF.  i’ve never been there, but i have no interest in watching Asian trannies perform for me while they’re serving our food. i dunno, i’ve been to the NYC counterpart, Lucky Chengs, and it wasn’t so fun there, although everyone who goes swears its the most fun they’ve ever had. it’s just not my thing.)

okay, so we end up at:


it’s in the mission.

we have some food.

i ordered the chx sammich. also ordered at our table, was pulled pork sammich and a burger.  CrazyCzech had dessert at the same time we had our meal. she had bread pudding.

food was… ok.

burger? uneventful.

chx sammich?  pretty good.  fries excellent. but they’re the McDonald’s kind that come out of a bag. (love ’em!)

pulled pork?  well, typical pulled pork. sweet-ish tomato based sauce. on a bun of sorts. just how i expected it.

we shared a bottle of Syrah Rosé by Elizabeth Rose.  it was kick ass.

basically, it was uneventful.

not great. not bad. but i’d probably go somewhere else for that kinda food.  like the Pork Store.

the plan for the rest of the night was to head to the CatClub.

but first we stopped at BeautyBar.

it’s always fun there when i go.  (always!? –do you hear me? as if i go there all the time!)  but really. it’s fun.  it’s a hot & sweaty box of a place.  but that’s part of the fun.

some drama ensued with J our hostess at work, and missing keys, and then there was some more drama amongst the CrazyCzechs and CanadaBoy going to the bar around the corner and disappearing for an hour.

later i find out that Little Baobab was playing reggae.  i’m glad i didn’t go with them. i’m so not a fan of reggae.

i left at about 1:30 to try to get keys to J.  turns out that i too, left my keys at work.  after various txts sent back n forth to different coworkers, i realize that it’s hopeless.

and CanadaBoy and CrazyCzech arrive at my place about 2am.

we continue to drink and hold our own dance party USA until the wee hours of the morning.

no wonder i was so tired all day Friday.

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