Getting ready for dinner
05.29.2009
I’m in San Francisco (which I am now shortening to SF for the rest of this post) for Wordcamp and I couldn’t have asked for it to be in a cooler city. I really enjoy SF. I have been here a bunch of times and every time is different. It’s the kind of place that takes a lot of trips to figure out. As soon as you get sick of one part of the city there’s another part to get to know. When you’re sick of the city there’s always East Bay. This trip is loosely centered between Embarcadero (the hotel) and UCSF (the conference). We’re headed out to dinner at the Stinking Rose in a bit but we didn’t have plans to meet up for a while and I was just killing time in the hotel room when I realized that there was a bar, a good one, right downstairs and I didn’t have to just kill time in an unproductive manner until dinner. Not when they have Racer-5 on tap.
Drinks!
And now I know, preparing for a yummy garlic filled dinner!
See you in the morning!
Todd says: “Not when they have Racer-5 on tap.”
Uh, you say that like it’s a good thing. Holy crap. That beer tastes like is was strained through Satan’s own butt hole.
listen, sock monkey, I can’t help it if you like your beer tasteless and bland. Real men like real beer. A beer with flavor…and 7% alcohol. OK, I could deal without that part. It sneaks up on you.
oh, I like beers with flavor. Just not the flavor of acid + gasoline + butt hole.
Isn’t “it sneaks up on you” our motto for Matt?
That’s me!! Todd does have a strange flavor in beer sometimes. He like his beer like he likes his women, fuzzy with a weird after taste.
Matt likes his women like he likes my arm on his rolled-down passenger side window, spazy and spilling hot fluids all over his car.