Bar Hoping

San Francisco is about 7x7 so the act of bar hopping is easily done. I made a few new SF friends the week prior. I asked each of them to take me out on a typical night on the town. Each live in different parts of the city and go to very different places. Here is a synopsis of last week around San Francisco pictorially with unreliable narration.

Jason is a bar tender at The Hearth, he took me out. Jason is a photographer with some remarkable war-zone, photo journalism experience. We talked about his experiences as we took cabs around town. We ended up going to Hemlock, Annie's Social Club, and the 540 Club. Apparently he also made a habit of whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"Aunt" Marianne and I made our way along the Coastal Trail to the Cliff House for some much deserved Martinis. Then Scott took me to a great Richmond District bar, The Bitter End. I challenged the two girls next to us to a game of pool. They proceeded to beat us the next 7 games, bought us drinks with a smirk and left us standing on the street.

Lunch at Swan Oyster House opened in 1912 (still, eat oysters on the east coast) with Amy then retired to her roof. This was followed by a pitcher at Zeitgeist. Wine tasting with Andrew and Olivia in the Pacific Heights/Russian Hill area, then bar hopping in the Tenderloin of all places.



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Last night in San Fran hung was in the Haight during gay pride.

Look for the giant pink triangle on the hill in the background. Went to some Russian girl's house party and ended the night at a great jazz club, Club Deluxe at Height and Ashbury. Walking home that night across Golden Gate Park I decided that had to get out of San Fran. This is exactly what I did.