So the S.F. crew did a party trolley this past weekend (organized by moi). I did not perform my due diligence and was shocked to learn on trolley eve that the laws governing alcohol on board our alcoholic chariots had been changed so that booze was no longer allowed on the trolley (thus making it nothing more than highly conspicuous designated driver). However, due to the efforts of friend and former room mate Andy Ross, we were able to upgrade from trolley to “rock star” bus (and it was literally a rock star bus: 3 flat screens, a bar, fridge, bathroom, ridiculous sound system). Needless to say, our evening of medium pimpin jumped a few levels rather quickly. Trader Sam’s scorpion bowls were well received (as always) as were the Twinkies at Butter (tasty). We ended at Monaghan’s (aka Cheers) where the reliable Patrick and Jimmy took care of the rest of the night.
Now, I made a scene with the girlfriend, Heidi (which was all my fault), so I almost ruined what was otherwise a very fun night. Note to self: don’t be an asshole.