As one who has never spent much time in San Francisco I feel like I got a lot out of my day yesterday. Chowning and I are staying in the Porn district, just north of the financial district. It is on the oppositre side of the penninsula from the golden gate bridge, by the bay bridge. Starting at 6 am we walked all the way over to the bridge (to see no fog), then crossed the bridge on foot. Once we got there we had to find a way back so we had to walk down the hills on side roads until we got to Sausilido, had lunch then took the ferry back to the financial district. All in all mapquest says it was 9miles, but with the detours and such we are going to call it 10. It was a good walk, and although my knee started to bother me, and we got in a pretty heated fight early on, we both greatly enjoyed the trip. The nice part is that we got to walk through a lot of the parts of San Francisco we wanted to see.
Last night, after a long nap, we went to the oldest bat in touwn, called the saloon. It is quite the dive. The clientle (sp?) looked like a bunch of middle aged people who were unaware that they were older in the kind of unattractive was that makes them look creepy. We were easily the youngest people in the bar at first and we were the only ones who didn't look like we spent every night there (on on the streets). But let the first impressions never weight you down, we were entertained by Johnny Nitro whose band delivered raw blues like we know from Phatt Matts and other holes inthe wall. Eventually two other young people got into the Saloon, and added to the dance floor, but for a while it was all of these 45+ people dancing like they did in the old days. The bartender was either deaf or stone out of his fucking mind. It took forever to get a drink unless you had a nice pair of tits on display, and once he got to you he would make your drink without looking (spilling most of it) then ask you for the 30th time if you're over 21. Huck, the bartender, would even try to talk to you, which didn't go well since he didn't form sentences that were coherent. All in all it didn't fucking matter because the hard drinks were only 3$ a pop, and the band was amazing. Chowning got pulled on stage to sing the chorus of a song. It was great, right now we have to go get our car, but I will post more in the future.
Last night, after a long nap, we went to the oldest bat in touwn, called the saloon. It is quite the dive. The clientle (sp?) looked like a bunch of middle aged people who were unaware that they were older in the kind of unattractive was that makes them look creepy. We were easily the youngest people in the bar at first and we were the only ones who didn't look like we spent every night there (on on the streets). But let the first impressions never weight you down, we were entertained by Johnny Nitro whose band delivered raw blues like we know from Phatt Matts and other holes inthe wall. Eventually two other young people got into the Saloon, and added to the dance floor, but for a while it was all of these 45+ people dancing like they did in the old days. The bartender was either deaf or stone out of his fucking mind. It took forever to get a drink unless you had a nice pair of tits on display, and once he got to you he would make your drink without looking (spilling most of it) then ask you for the 30th time if you're over 21. Huck, the bartender, would even try to talk to you, which didn't go well since he didn't form sentences that were coherent. All in all it didn't fucking matter because the hard drinks were only 3$ a pop, and the band was amazing. Chowning got pulled on stage to sing the chorus of a song. It was great, right now we have to go get our car, but I will post more in the future.
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