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Rock Paper Scissors On the Hour, Every Hour

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It’s been a while since we’ve had an official Saturday Faturday, but I would most definitely argue our most recent takes the cake. In our continuous celebration of Doug’s Summer in San Francisco, we decided to show him how to officially partake in activities on the first day of the weekend.

So on Saturday morning we woke up in the hopes of a full day at Sam’s, however the weather was too beautiful to pass up a Saturday Faturday in the city. So we packed up Lola and headed to East Side West for a little brunch and a lot of cocktails.

What started as a couple of friends meeting for eggs and bloodys, turned into a gathering of friends, strangers and family over margaritas, boozy punch and irish coffees.

Around 12noon we decided to kick things up a notch and determined every hour, on the hour we would play a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors Best 2 out of 3. Here’s a glimpse…


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As the afternoon went on, so did the ridiculousness. We traveled from ESW to Paxtis to The Republic back to ESW to Balboa to The Horseshoe and finally settled in North Beach at Fiddler’s Green. Once the bars closed we attempted to hit up In n Out, but unfortunately it was closed and we landed ourselves back in the hood at the one and only Mel’s. (Also recapped by sequence of photos below.)

At Paxti’s: Thinking I’m not going to make it through.

At The Republic: Doug enjoys a basket of fries. Literally.

At East Side West (For the 2nd Time): Mary examines her cocktail intake closely.

At Fiddler’s Green: We dance our asses off.

At In n Out: Mary becomes disappointed it’s closed.

At Mel’s: Blaire makes a face.

All in all…not a terrible Saturday Faturday.

I Beat Tim Lincecum’s A$$

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With the official start to Festival Season less than 48 hours away, it was the perfect opportunity to celebrate a Pre-Party Thursday night out on the town. The evening started out like any other.  Wine and cheese at Ottimista. Ciders at Mauna Loa’s. Burgers at Balboa’s. The party train included Blaire, Mary and myself, amongst a couple other stragglers who joined throughout the evening, including Christie, Milo, Brian, Greg, etc…

At Ottimista we welcome two newbies to the city of San Francisco, including a new co-worker of mine, as well as Mary’s younger brother, Doug, who has moved to the city to celebrate the summer with us! I don’t know how we do it, but the tab at Ottimista always grows so quickly. It’s just cheese and wine for goodness sakes! Aside, I was nothing short of tipsy as we left the restaurant and strolled down Union looking for our next hot spot.

We made it over to Mauna Loa’s for a beer and some early evening people watching. With it being the “Summer of Single Dudes” we were looking for the best spot for men and Mauna Loa’s always seems to be full of them (quality questionable). After finishing up a beer at the bar, Mary and I were hungry for something delicious, that something being a Balboa burger.

I guess I haven’t been out much, but I was SHOCKED at the number of cougars in the triangle. Holy shiza. We were of course in their nesting turf, Balboa Cafe. We ponied up to the bar, ordered some grub and enjoyed some delicious cocktails. Christie soon joined Blary and I (PS “Blary” is how I am now referring to Mary and Blaire when they’re together). We finished up dinner, a lot of people watching (see pics below) and headed back to Mauna Loa’s for more boozing!

It was about 10pm when we finally made it over there.

SIDE NOTE: What is the deal with the creepy window displays at Fredericks?

Upon walking in we immediately ran into a Mauna Loa regular named Matt (I think that’s his name anyway).

SIDE NOTE: I’ve seen this Matt character there on more than one occasion…One night, it was a Wednesday I believe, I almost went home with the guy. Christie and I had decided to go out just the two of us that night, which is never a good idea. We got a little shitty and ended up at Mauna Loa’s talking with “Matt” and his buddy. After walking half way to his place, Christie and I realized what an awful idea it was and we quickly ran towards an approaching cab to head back to our home instead of theirs. I don’t think “Matt” remembers this, but it’s always a little awkward when I run into him.

Aside, I’m at the bar talking with Matt and he mentions some big-wig Giants player is sitting at the table in the back of the bar. I could have sworn he said “Tom Lips-uh-come”, but in reality he said Tim Lincecum. This, of course, still meant nothing to me. Pitcher? Of what? Margaritas? Apparently they meant the all-star Giants pitcher.

As a result of this man’s presence, the bar was jam packed with dudes…they were everywhere. A lot of them were going up asking for autographs, signing hats, etc…I pondered asking for a autograph on my boobs, but how would I show that off to my co-workers the next day? Well without getting sued that is…

So I decided instead to challenge him to a game of Rock Paper Scissors. You read my right again…best 2 out of 3 to be specific!  So I marched over to the table with Mary and camera near by. When I asked him to play me, he smiled and said, “For what?” I responded and said, “For fun.” We agreed on a 1, 2, 3, Shoot game plan. First round went to me with a Rock. Second round went to him with a Paper. Third round went Rock to Rock. And I took the win home in the fourth round with a Rock.

The rest of the evening was filled with celebratory cocktails and good times…

Sooo…That’s right, I beat Tim Lincecum in a game of Rock Paper Scissors on Thursday, May 13, 2010. Pretty great way to start festival season if I do say so myself.

A Birthday Gift Mary Wouldn’t Soon Forget

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You know you only turn 26 once, so you might as well celebrate. With Mary officially closer to 30 than 20, we had much reason to enjoy the weekend!

After a Wednesday evening of shenanigans, including sushi at Umami, Jameson at Notte, Mojitos at East Side West, Tequila at KTs and of course wine at Balboa, we closed out the night with a walk home to drop off the birthday girl (literally drop).

Along the way we ended up giving Mary a birthday gift should wouldn’t soon forget…Somehow (and details are blurry) Mary tripped over Jen and landed face first on the sidewalk in front of her apartment.  As Jen rolled her over, I kept yelling “Oh my gawd! Does she have all her teeth?!” Thanks to the heavens above Mary did have all her teeth, but walked away with a couple scratches and a pretty awesome fat lip. The next morning around 5am the following text exchange occured:

Mary: I had to call in b/c I have a FAT lip. I hate u. I’m hungover and have an oozing fat lip. It’s 5:30am ps. I hate u…but love u.
Me: Dude I know. You fell on your face last night. U and Jen tripped and u went face first to the ground.
Mary: Called in (to work) ’fat lip’…literally. U should c it :) I can’t believe I’m not missing a tooth….I hate u…I mean really? I’m 26 and falling…any chance you have my wallet?

So classic. For the record…more than the amount of liquor she drank, no offense Mary, but YOU ARE SUCH A CLUTZ!

Aside, Thursday night we packed the car and headed up with the girls to Tahoe for a birthday weekend getaway. On Friday, Mary, Brooks and Kel headed up to the slopes, while Stina, Lola and I stayed back at the house…

After a very stressful day (haha…totally not) we headed to the backyard (aka the national park) and popped into the hot tub for some wine and gossip!

That night we had a mini birthday party for Mary, complete with her favorite…ice cream sundaes!

Saturday we decided to take things easy so we headed up to the Lahontan spa for yet another day of hot tubbing, margaritas and girl chat. So much to do, so little time. That night we had reservations at my most favorite Tahoe restaurant, Garwoods! The food is delicious, but the cocktails are to die for! The Wet Woody is AMAZING (note the green straws)!

Of course the tricky thing about the Wet Woodys, just like with any woody, they sneak up on you! We got home and played a couple rounds of “I’ve Never,” learning things about each other we would have never guessed! (Well maybe you could have guessed, in fact with our friends, you could probably just have assumed.)

Aside, the night went on, Bel (Kellan’s alter ego) joined in on the fun…Brooks and I fancied fur…Mary got a 1000yrd stare…so on and so on…

Sunday we got up early (I was shocked too), cleaned up the house (well, okay, I slept in) and we stopped at Red Robin (my former employer and home of the smiling burger). Got back to the city by two and made a delicious family dinner!

Another great weekend…Happy Birthday Mary! Thanks for being born so we could have a fantastic weekend celebration! Looking forward to next year!!

(PS How good do I look in fur? I was totally born in the wrong era.)

Adrian Pretends to Be a Bartender for a Night

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So my friend Adrian is currently training to be a bartender. With my high hopes to open my own bar, I completely support this idea. In fact, for a brief moment I considered joining him for classes at the San Francisco Bartending School, until I realized how bad it would be for my liver and wallet to become a bartender aka professionally trained drunk.

I’m unclear if bartending classes are like real school where you earn credits for doing an internship but Adrian is earning his way by getting us drunk at our favorite watering hole: KT’s. I happened to have Thursday, Friday and Monday off of work…so this made for the perfect opportunity for me to enjoy this momentous occasion with no concern of a workplace hangover.

– On a side now Furlough (or mandatory PTO) is amazing. I know a lot of people aren’t a fan of being asked to take time off, but I love it. When these days come I try to make the most of it by peer pressuring my friends to call in sick. It’s genius really. –

So…since I had last Thursday off of work Mary and I spent the day running errands, visiting my very ill roommate and, of course, brainstorming complicated cocktails to test Adrian’s skill set for that night. We downloaded an amazing iPhone application with over 8500 cocktail recipes…we bookmarked our favorites and memorized their names (i.e. Absolute Heaven, Matt’s Tropical Punch and Colorado Rattlesnake) to order with ease.

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Joined by Danny and Milo, we headed out to that evening to the delicious new restaurant on Fillmore, Kasa. I was intimidated by the concept of combining burritos with indian food fillings like tika masala and curry, but it was delicious and, not to mention, the perfect base for the night ahead.

Upon our arrival to KT’s, Mary and I immediately ordered two “Matt’s Tropical Punch” cocktails and, I believe, Danny and Milo ordered some ridiculous whiskey drink…needless to say Adrian required instruction on how to make them both. I have to give it to him though…they were mmmm, mmmm good!

After several of these drinks, however, we began to call them “Adrian’s Punch in the Face.” Notice how in the first photo these cocktails were made in highball glasses and in this next photo in pint glasses. F.U. Adrian. (The only upside: Mary and I managed to pay a total of $10 the entire night…not sure how, but why ask questions. I’m on a budget afterall.)

As the night went things did get a little hazy, but I do recall several of my most favorite people came out to support Adrian: Christie, Jen, Andy, Greg, Mark, Blaire and more! I love it when people come out on a Thursday night…it’s so unexpected and always ends on a high note.

FAVORITE MOMENT OF THE NIGHT: Milo attempts to punch Blaire. I’m telling you Blaire…Something about those adorable cheeks makes me (and apparently others) want to get violent!

And of course, it wouldn’t be a night out on the town if we didn’t stop at Mel’s, the restaurant my friends and I keep in business.

All in all, I don’t remember signing any sort of receipt aka proof that Adrian really did complete his internship that night, but I definitely give him an A+!