I'm laying low largely because I was out drinking pretty late last night with a good friend of mine who is in town visiting from London. We went down to North Beach -- SF's long-time Italien neighborhood -- and had a great meal. But the funny part was that the restaurant -- a decent Italien place -- was a total scene. A table full of babes who looked like they just walked off the set of a Bon Jovi video shoot sat next to us, and they went through bottles of Bud Light (classy...) like it was Evian.
Then afterwards we went to a very cool bar in the city called
Specs 12 Adler Museum Cafe. It's a freaking old school, bawdy, Looney Tunes place of a bar. I literally had a wannabe pirate, dressed in full garb, trip over me on a barstool last night. (As the SF Weekly
called it: "Specs' is one of the few bars left where you can ask for a martini and get a cold glass of gin and a little vermouth without having to answer a bunch of damn fool questions.") But damn, were there some professional drunks there last night.
So tonight I am laying low, doing things close to home. Because, get this, I amma gonna play bocce with my friend from London tomorrow morning down south.
Don't ask...