I have returned to DC from my brief but thoroughly inebriated trip to San Francisco. I will always look back on this weekend as a fine time in my life in which I learned some Hebrew, drank some bacon infused bourbon, rolled my stomach in public, did not get beaten by three four and a half foot tall Latinos, hung out with friends, saw some sea lions living the awesome life, watched the Colts win and said some funny stuff that no one can quite clearly remember.
One thing I do remember saying was, "Ok, the next time you tell that story, end it with 'And then we made out.'"
I could have done without seeing the Colts win. I had managed to live through an entire season without seeing one second of football until we went into that bar. This bar (821 Bar on Divisadero across from the Little Star pizzeria) had really awesome $5 drinks and a sweet happy hour. One of the drinks tasted like Kool-Aid. So, I guess all the wingnuts were right about that.