Aaahhh... the long awaited Shop N Stroll. Well… it was, as you might expect, a booze drenched shopping adventure. You may have seen me lurking about with my Sony Handycam & my well loosened tie. Well loosened everything. Ouch, my head.
Team Martini rendezvoused at my den for a kickoff drink. Our DD piled 5 or 6 of us into the hay cart & off we went. By this time it was 6:00 & I already knew parking was going to be scary. So, we burned a few calories walking many blocks to Nob Hill. With team piper ____ (removed at his request) in tow we headed to Two Fool’s Tavern. We had a table waiting in the corner next to the Heinrichs. Nice people.
So back to the Piper ____ (please insert name or word here). (Yes, there used to be his pic here, used by permission, but he has now buckled under pressure by the Shitty Irish Pub Coalition. See below)
It was his (unnamed) bagpipe group leader’s (name omitted) 21st birthday. She planned this debut with the bar to coincide with Shop N Stroll & her birthday.
we all most of my entourage & assorted associates hate 2 F!@#$’s Tavern now reason #1= they will only serve you one drink on your 21st birthday. Period. ?! Unbeknownst to her or any of us of course until that moment. Why? Is that not the legal drinking age? Damnedest thing I ever heard. Almost.
Reason #2= "We don’t serve shots here sir". ?! Well then give me a bottle! What is that all about? I have never heard of such a thing. Are we still in the United States? Is this a bar? They refused to answer. I had to swear, not once but twice, that I would "sip" the "cup" of whisky or I would be removed. Remove this. This was the beginning of the evening, our first stop, and I was just flabbergasted by this. Break out the stack of bibles.
Reason #3= they cut off my brother after 2 beers! And I said to the same rude bartendress "he only had 1 or 2 beers! You served them to him!". I swear to God her exact words were "he’s too giddy. He’s having too much fun." With a huff & a SHOT we prepared to be tossed. There was applause & the shouts of "Shotter! Shotter! We have a shotter here! Throw him out!" Seriously. It was pretty funny. We then took our money to the street for a pic of middle fingers flying at their sign. It may have only been a coincidence that the pipers left with us?
I shouldn’t be so harsh… this was only like the 10th time they have been rude here & we swore we would never go back. Maybe I don't look Irish enough.
Well now we will get back on the fun track. Bands, jugglers, fire… you name it on the street. And all the interesting people, such as the stranger in the sombrero, to be seen. We visited several favorite shops such as Que Chula & Masks Y Mas. Pit stop at our faithful old haunt Monte Vista Fire Station.
Yannis was too packed to deal with. Take some more pics, lots of video, search for munchies. Eventually it is 10 PM & we have ended up at the Gecko’s end of the action. We say hi to Wally, Erica, some patrons & grab a nightcap. We gather more troops such as Jen Martin from Xynergy, Inc. who we wish had dragged Sophie Martin with her from the previous location. Our friend Damon the web developer/cyclist is here, which was funny after my annoying banter with certain cyclists on a certain website earlier in the day. The pipes come out again & we cheer ____ on as we throw money at him. (That he can go spend at 2 Fools) Britney Spears was there.
Prince Von Anhalt was heard to comment "it's all fun & games until somebody loses an eye". We think that may be our piper. We know how to have fun!
What a great night. Wait. There’s more? A caravan of cars & bicycles head up Ridgecrest for the after hours party at Martini Mike’s! Woohoo! You call it Damon. Tyrconnell, single malt Irish whisky. Straight from my top shelf. Something they never had at Two F@#s Tavern. And you sip this. I seem to recall cigars & a couchload of sleepy women as the men discussed the Iowa Caucus for an hour. Sex Pistols, Black Flag, and The Ramones are playing on the stereo and our world is at peace once again… cyclists & all.