The trolley that could get me drunk that is. It’s was Kellan’s 26th birthday and one of the warmest days in the city since I’ve lived here. We decided to celebrate her special day in true San Francisco fashion: Trolley Crawl!
Saturday morning started out with brunch at Lee Anne’s. (Congrats to her on grad school BTW!!) Anyway…after a couple cheesy scones and birthday cupcakes, we sang Kellan a very special birthday song: Mmmm…Kellan. That looks like a delicious “ICE-Y” cake!
So once satiated by our delicious homemade brunch, we popped downstairs to start on our merry trolley way…
Kellan had planned an entire day of activities, traveling from Bar A to Bar B, including a special stop on the Marin side of the Golden Gate for a quick photo op and some champagne…So we headed down the road and landed ourselves at the quintessential tourist view point.
Once we gobbled down our champagne, thoroughly embarrassing ourselves in public, we hopped back on our trolley to head to our first drunken hot spot.
SIDE NOTE: If you didn’t already know this about me, consider yourself informed. I HATE being hot. I don’t like the sticky feeling of humidity. I don’t like standing still in the heat perspiring like crazy. And I don’t like being hot while I’m drunk.
So as we turn the roundabout to merge onto the freeway we realize our trolley seems to be slowing down…slower and slower…I’m not sure if the driver just ran out of gas or is the trolley just stopped working. But there we were…the side of the Golden Gate Bridge…in a trolley…in the heat…This is me not happy.
Of course to keep us distracted we did have minis and friends…
So after about 2 hours we had a separate trolley come pick us up…Our plan was to hit up three different bars in three different neighborhoods (names for the most part I don’t remember.) However, to make a VERY long story short, every bar turned us down with the exception of one.
I don’t know what the name of this dive was, but it was creepy…Just a quick glimpse…
Clearly at this point we were a bit schnockered, which led to some great decisions like…
A. Inviting strangers on the trolley:
B. Pole dancing through the streets:
C. Icing (Please note Kellan’s face in the background. Classic):
And finally D. Going to Paxti’s…To sum up our experience. We ordered several pizzas, bottles of wine and a TON of water. As we exited the building (thankfully without being escorted out) the manager came up and laughed about how he’s starting to recognize us. I do not take this as good news. Here’s why…
Just another Saturday Faturday. I heart you San Francisco.