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what’s the capital of scotland?

Posted in bar, drinking, free stuff, friends, san francisco with tags , , , , on Wednesday 19 September, 2012 by the Notorious O.S.C.

it was another exhausting saturday night at the concierge desk. i had worked alongside dar. [as you remember, (or not),  she, her BayAreaBoyfriend, and Aries and I became total BFF during the employee trip to SixFags a few weeks back.]

anyway, where was i? dar totally scored a tons of stuff (luggage, purses, clothes, wine) from hotel guests who were moving–or something like that, and earlier that day she met lotsa people from her alma mater, so she was on a high after work. she felt like she had just been on a game show!

she and i decided to celebrate with a drink. she called BayAreaBoyfriend, and he’d been drinkin at theEdinburgh Castle since about 6pm.  we get there, and the dance floor is hoppin, the DJ is pumpin tunes from the late90s and early 00s. (YEAH!)

i was surprised at how much fun i was having. because I always remember Edinburgh Castle as a place of beer-from-taps-that-haven’t-been-cleaned-since-the-place-opened-in-the-70s; and boring-as-fuck trivia nights. bleah. (even though, according to their website, it’s been voted the best trivia night several years running. *what-EVER*)

anyway, it was fun to listen to late 90s early 00s throwback. (thong song, mariah carey, destiny’s child!) and the several shots of jamesons certainly fueled the fun.

CrazyCzech met us after work, and some random friends stopped by too. several drinks later, the consensus was to go sing karaoke. (kara-OKAY!!). it gets a little hazy here–BayAreaBoyfriend was being aggressive–dar tells us it’s a common occurence–i suggest that perhaps its a result of all the testosterone pumping through his little body. she is only somewhat amused. they leave to get some food into him, and the other two are rounding up some alcohol–i think.

suddenly, it’s me and crazyczech. so we have another beer. (a kilt-lifter for me. it’s a local brew!)

next comes pizza, and lotsa gummi bears, and the next morning, a slightly hungover blogger.

good times.




li po

Posted in bar, dive bars, drinking, friends with tags , on Friday 10 February, 2012 by the Notorious O.S.C.

10 feb 2012.

no, we’re not talking elective plastic surgery to extract fat from your body. for that, see: liposuction.

we’re talking Li Po, everyone’s favorite chinese dive bar in SF.

click above to see photo credits: Telstar Logistics

i hadn’t seen aries in a while, and we were both working the PM shift. so we met up after work.

sidebar: has anyone else noticed that drinks have suddenly become way more expensive at this place? and what’s with the cocktail menu?

apparently, there’s a nightclub/dancefloor downstairs, although i’ve never been.  it was closed that night, and neither aries nor i particularly wanted to dance.

one or two drinks turned into four, and soon it was well past 1am, and we found our way to my canh (i think that’s what it’s called) for some most excellent pho. i’ve never order the same thing there (all three times that i’ve been) and this time was no different.

this time, it was a combo seafood rice plate of sorts.

when it arrived, i was slightly disappointed at first, but quickly realized the bounty of sauces available to me: fish sauce; sri racha; hot pepper flake/red sauce; hoisin…  **yummers** the possibilities were endless!

we chowed down. and overall, nothing much to report. but it was totes fun to hang out with a friend and not be a complete, bumbling, stumbling,  drunk idiot.

good times!


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

thurs 22 sept 2011.



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.


what the… ?

Posted in bar, bars, decadence, drinking with tags , , , , , , , , , , on Sunday 13 February, 2011 by the Notorious O.S.C.

… fuck happened the other night?

it was wed. 9 feb 2011.

it starts as it usually does. concierge event.   free booze, free food, good times!

two events were scheduled at the wharf at the same time.  one at the Franciscan, and the other at McCormick&Kuletos. rather than choose between events with free food and booze, i went to both of them.  (research, people! it’s only fair to the venues.)

first, CrazyCzech and i were at happy hour at Puccini. not ideal, but its close to his place of work. some fries and pizza and meatballs. oh, and 2 glasses of sparkling wine! (ugh, no wonder i was so drunk. read on, you’ll get the idea)

now, on to the event. aries was gonna go with me, but he had other stuff going on, so i txt JNayNay. she met me at the wharf.

first stop, theFranciscan. big eye-talian and seafood restaurant at pier 43 1/2. sweeping views of the bay and alcatraz. and if you crane your neck to the west, you can see the golden gate bridge. the event was sponsored by where magazine, and most of the concierge and hospitality community were in attendance.  after a few minutes, i saw my BFF concierges from the hyatt,  eye and maz–whom i love love love, btw!  i wasnt drinking anything complicated–sparkling wine with guava juice, quelle tropicale! food was coming fast and furiously. pictures were being snapped. i felt like san francisco glitterati.

an hour into the event, i’d had 2 sparkling wine with guava juice things, and part of JNayNay’s fruit-a-licious rum drink. more of the concierges suddenly appeared. hm, they must have been at the other event. now’s the time to make a move!  said the voices in my head.

me, JNayNay, eye, maz, and flo, all head over to McCormick&Kuletos. not too crowded, and i recognize a few other hospitality people. bar’s still open,  and wine and specialty cocktails are flowing freely. good times.  the bunch of us snag some real estate at a small table and proceed to discuss how intoxicated we all were the last time we got together, and that it’s par for the course for a concierge event. we talked to the manager, the events person, the host, etc. etc. etc.  more wine, and then more sparkling wine.  yeah!

8:00pm rolled around, (full on 30 minutes after the event ended) and we departed McCormicks. our destination: the bar-formerly-known-as-the-DirtyMartini, and currently-known-as TheParlor. Eye offered to buy the first round. and then somehow we had another. we become BFF with the bartender because we’re in the industry, (and probably because we’re the only ones in the place, ‘cept for 2 other drunkards at the bar.) in a fit of over-animation, Eye spills the last bit of  his Junipero martini, and since the bartender is our BFF, he buys everyone a round. *urgh*

this is when everything starts to get haaaaa-zzzzzzz-yyyyyy.

as we finish our free round, we’re discussing our next place of imbibement. we want somewhere fun! and cheap! with strong drinks!  ok, the cinch it is.

we pile into a cab (or so they tell me). and we drink more. and btw, it’s only 9:00pm. eye tries to pay with a CC 2x, and shot down each time, because the bar is cash-only. at one point JNayNay returned from the restroom to find shots of fernet lined up for everyone. (oh… em… gee…)

somehow, Maz’s ex GF arrives, and she’s the butchier than any of the chromosonal males who are present.

this is when it gets reeeeeeealllllly.  hazy. so, bullet-points include: 

JNayNay tries to leave repeatedly. we don’t allow her. CrazyCzech runs into us, as we’re leaving theCinch. we go to LushLounge. i have no recollection of this.  a few drinks later, we stumble to blur. i still have no recollection of this. we finish drinking (or so we thought), and our posse disbands.

apparently, we go to RBar. i try to hold it together, and order a corona. i hardly drink it.

next thing i know, it’s 10am the next morning, and i’m in my bed.  wtf happened?

dive bar crawl

Posted in bar, dive bars, drinking, friends, happy hour, ramblings, san francisco with tags , , , , , , , , , , on Friday 4 February, 2011 by the Notorious O.S.C.

thurs 3 feb 2011

i was off yesterday. i went to aries’ place to pick up my bag of stuff that didn’t sell when i tried selling to crossroads last week. i drove him to work. since i had the car, i drove around a little. realized that it was a nice day in SF–sunny and fog-free.

“what the hell am i doing driving around?”  i thought to myself.

i return the car and ride around the mission/castro/dolores park area. i have a hankering for sushi, so i go to webe sushi. eventually, i end up at buffalo (s)exchange. exciting things abound over there. did you know that they’ve made the switch from analog to digital in terms of issuing certificates for trade?

well, they’ve made the switch from analog to digital in terms of issuing certificates for trade.

wow. i bought some crap i don’t need, and also a present for aries. i hope he likes it.

i ride around some more, without a destination, without a purpose.

i tap out a message on my cell phone:
off 2nite. whos around 2drink w/ me 2nite?

i select JMcD, CJo, JNayNay, Mikeytown and hit SEND.

i wander on my bicycle, and let the streets lead me. up, down around and over. without realizing, i end up near the castro. and suddenly i have to pee like a motherfucker. *fuck* i briefly consider going into one of the many bars down there to take a leak, but decide it’d be counter-productive. i’d have to buy a drink, which will in-turn, lead me to pee some more. and the endless cycle starts.

as i ponder my conundrum, JNayNay calls.
“me me me!” is the answer to my txt.

we decide on Casanova.
it’s happy hour, and a hibiscus cooler is on special for 5 bucks! i have no idea what the hell a hibiscus cooler is, but it sounds light and refreshing. later i watch the bartendress make the drink, only to discover that it’s Stoli Ohranj and cranberry, shaken. but who cares. it’s deeeee-licious. i’m wearing my northstar at tahoe firefighters association t-shirt as i overhear 2 people debating whether or not i was an actual firefighter.

(uh, obvi, i’m totally not. they don’t make firefighters in my size. 38R. they usually come in larger sizes like XL or XXL.)

hilarious nonetheless.  some other random guy stopped me when i was at the bar and asked me, pointing to my firefighters tshirt, if i worked at northstar.

wow. i never realized the power of tshirt advertising. it’s better than facebook. (someone should harness this power stat.)  are you listening, marketing people?

soon thereafter, emmy meets us, and more drinking ensues.

and before i know it, me and JNayNay are eating chinese food at Big Lantern. it’s the best american-style chinese food in the mission! we order excellent faux-chinese dishes like sesame chicken! and they have dim sum too!  at night!  (i know, how dreadfully exciting! )

our american chinese feast comes to an end, complete with a bottle of reisling–we are sooooo luxurious.

eventually, i meet up with aries. we try to go to the Burritt Room but its too damn crowded. we walk up the hill to chelsea place.  it’s sad and depressing in there, and the korean(ish) bartendresses barely speak english. but they know enough to charge $8 for a drink the size of a thimble. capitalism at its best–ya gotta love the free market system.

we finished our shotglass-sized drinks in a few sips.

we needed somewhere divey with divebar prices, (not schmancy bar prices!)…

summer place it is!

summer place is everything you always wanted in a dive bar–weird, random decor, an old fireplace, video games. and you can smoke inside. (excellent! i can destroy my liver AND get my fill of second-hand smoke at the same time! it doesn’t get better! )

3 drinks or so later, we’re stumbling home–yet we find ourselves at the pinecrest. (didn’t i JUST have dinner with JNayNay?–yes, but that doesn’t matter now, does it?). i proceeded to order a plate of chicken wings with a side of fries.

we discussed the german tourist murder from the past summer, amongst other things.

and thats where my memory gets all swiss-cheese-y.

although, i totally had fun!  YES!

collective thoughts

Posted in bar, drinking, friends, ramblings, san francisco, SF with tags , , , on Friday 28 January, 2011 by the Notorious O.S.C.

28 jan 2011 friday.

i went on a bender last night with aries.  what the hell, it was thursday night, and i hadn’t drank since at least, uh, monday. 

(sidebar: monday we went to the midnight sun and the mix and apparently also went to moby dicks.  i crashed over there, and the next morn, we tried to piece the night together via my twitters and txts.  apparently, fernet was involved.  ’nuff said.)

so we started at the LushLounge.  a few manhattans-on-the-rocks later, the blazing lights of last call and a freshly poured shot of fernet was staring me . 

we were smart enough to go home.  (or so i thought.)

somehow, we think it’s a good idea to go to the grubstake. (but really, isn’t it always a good idea to go to the grubstake?–verde fire sauce:  yum-mmers!)  

at the grubstake, i run into one of the former cocktail servers from the RWR. since it’s 2am, we’re fully intoxicated. thus we are BFF.  we hug. we kiss.  we hug again.  (because we love each other… duh!)

in other news, i’ve been working a lot lately.  between this job and covering shifts at the former job, i’ve been working quite a few double shifts = 16hour days.  exhausting.  i’m crazy. 

but it all works out in the end, because it’s Amy’s bday this week.  CrazyCzech and I are going to LA to celebrate with her at six fags, i mean, six flags.  good times!  employee rate wasn’t avail at current hotel, but i got the employee rate at former hotel.   kick-ass.  and car rental will be provided by zipcar.  (look at me, single-handedly saving the world through car sharing. i rule!)

i went snowboarding A LOT in december.  i also visited the fam in vega$.  (they didn’t annoy me so much this time)

snowboarding again, solo.  then again with the CrazyCzechs. and met more of them who were on assigment visiting from Flori-duh.  

after all this hanging out with people, i went on a mucn-needed sabbatical. re-organized my photos/apt/life and didn’t talk to a damn person for 2 days. 

although, JNayNay and I went out on a date because we love each other.  we started out at the hi tide, and went to gitane.

omg. speaking of hi tide!  justin theroux was at the hotel the other day, and one of our cocktail servers totally hooked up with him.  nothing major. they kissed. he invited her to his hotel room.  SCANDALOUS.

a couple months ago, JNayNay and i went on a bender in the marina.  bluelight, Liverpool lil’s, and final final.  good times.

a few weeks back, i went out with JMcD. haven’t seen him in a while.  so we went to the Tempest. 3 drinks later, i was drunk-a-licious.

new year’s eve, me and CrazyCzech went to boooootieSF (which had a line that was waaaaaayyyyy tooooooo long even though we already bought tix–such bullshit) and trigger.  good good times.  a great way to kick-start 2011.

there’s much more to say. and maybe ill say more of it later.

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.

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