Bar Hopping
Comments (5) The more I think about the blogging medium, the more I like it, but not as it is being used. Every blog I read, including the one I’m about to write, is written in the style of a diary entry. Such entries are only of real interest to the author, which is why they are typically kept in a private journal. I’m not saying that no one cares about another person’s day-to-day activities, but in general, I think that is the case.
A much more interesting usage of this new medium, at least to me, would include sharing informative essays, opinion pieces, short stories, and even novels via blog. This may be the direction I gradually take this blog, but in the meantime, here’s what I did tonight/ last night (it’s after midnight).
I went bar-hopping with Fizzy and her sister Pessimista. We started at Pow, which was almost empty, but fun nonetheless. The neat atmosphere made up for the lack of patrons. After a round of sidecars we headed to Wish. That place was more hopping– especially for a Monday. They even had a DJ playing some music.
At Wish we drank kamikaze shots, then Pessi brought back Carbomb shots. Except this was the first shot I’d seen that nearly filled a pint glass! I was a trooper and downed it in one large swig. As did Pessi. Fizzy sipped hers a bit until the Bailey’s coagulated. By then we had a round of watermelon shooters. The crowd was thinning out, so we rolled over to the Inner Sunset and the Shamrock.
That place is always a trip. I was with the only two female guests in the place, which makes sense for a Monday. It was just the regulars. And the 20 year-old that Pessi met there before; unfortunately he was there, too.
Fizzy and I got free Chocolate Cake Shooters from the bargirl. They really did taste just like Chocolate cake. Try this: shake vanilla-flavored vodka and Frangelico over ice and strain it into a shot glass. Coat a lemon wedge with sugar. Lick the sugar off, drink the shot, then bite the lemon. For some reason it will taste just like chocolate cake. Go figure. Pessi finally had the Belvedere and tonic she’d been wanting all night, and then a Tokyo Iced Tea that made her happily drunk. Somehow, I was still completely sober.
We had pizza at Seniore’s. I never know why they spell it that way. Then food next door at JT’s Diner, the 24-hour place on 19th and Taraval. It’s pretty lousy, but at that hour, one can’t complain. Besides, Fizzy and I had eaten pizza, so mostly just Pessi ate. A weird thing: Pessi hates carrots, but she liked the carrots that came with her food.
On the way home I got a ticket! The extremely not nice policeman said I’d turned left when there was a green light only for going straight. I’ll take his word for it. I had no idea where I was and was just trying to find the 101. I suppose it serves me right for ending up in the Sunset at half three in the morning.
Now I’m home, listening to music and unwinding before bed. Oh, before I go, let me tell you that I am selling something on eBay for the first time ever. Here is the link:
Disco 2000 is like the best song, ever. It is magical. It is the first thing Fizzy and I ever talked about. See what I mean? Magic!
I’ll try to remember to tell the story behind why I’m selling that next time. I am tired of typing. It’s like 4:14 am and I’m ready to sleep.
