Well, I suspect I’m the first of the last batch to get home, so I thought I’d just thank voguevixen, Snooooopy, Jack Batty and zyzzyva for showing me a little more of San Fancisco, and particularly the latter two for hanging in tight with me while we got completely inebriated. I’m sure I’ll regret this in the morning, but at the moment I’m enjoying the dissociation from reality.
As my Welsh ancestors might say, Ywc y da!
I had an interesting evening after I left you guys. I went back to the party that I had been at earlier in the day and ended up having to help break up a fight. A friend of mine and I sat on one of the combatants until the cops arrived.
Yep, Cerowyn is a right stand up guy.
I was the surprise element to the evening. I just showed up and hoped to be welcomed, which I was. For those that really need to know, we didn’t eat at Tadich Grill. Too many people, too swanky looking and too expensive. So we did what any self respecting group of Dopers would do instead … we drank. Well we did eat first at some pasta place.
Yes, Lefty O’Douls is still there near Union Square. I would not recomend it as a drinking place. It has zero atmosphere. It’s bright, they have a highschool cafeteria type buffet, and every drunk in the city singing torchsongs with piano accompanyment. It seemed to me to be like having a drink at K-Mart.
Ah, the Edinbourough Castle however is a friggin, man’s bar. That’s where zyz and I drug Cerowyn off to. I only regret that Snooooopy and voguevixen didn’t come along. I would have liked to have had more witnesses to what some were convinced was a comely young lady hitting on me.
And I have to thank Cerowyn profusely fot getting me home to Oakland after I missed the last BART train.
All in all, last night was precisely what I needed. Ok, so maybe I didn’t need all that beer, but I did need to hang out with good people, so I got what I needed.
I have to agree, for something of a landmark I was pretty unimpressed. I did like the pasta place we ate at though, however they get points off for having trendy “zig-zag” stem martini glasses. (The stem is so your hot hands don’t warm the chilled drink, bozos!)
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Arrgh! I wish I’d have known that’s where you’d ended up. I might’ve stayed a bit longer and waited for my husband to get off work and drive me home. I’ve never been but always wanted to go. (I’m told the wedding scene from So, I Married an Axe Murderer was shot there.)
Sig material for sure, if I could bring myself to do it.
You continue to doubt my assertations regarding the lovely Cathy? For shame!
No probs on making sure you got home; it was the least I could do after talking you into staying. 
And I didn’t even make you play tour-guide today in payment, as I’d threatened.