Friday, November 7, 2008
Friday night looked to be relatively calm as Saturday would be filled with wine tasting in Sonoma. Stone and I met my friend Dave in North Beach for dinner followed by visits to some of the reputable bars nearby. As a few drinks led to a few more, we stumbled into a college bar with a band. There, we meandered a bit… staring at college talent and doing little about it. After a quick and final drink, Stone went home anticipating a big day of wine tasting (now just a few hours away). Dave shortly followed suit leaving me to my own drunken devices.
Thus far unsuccessful with any of San Francisco’s finest attributes, I attempted a few mumblings at a cute 23 year old girl. She immediately hugged her nearby friends as if to say, “get the hell away you drunk #$@%”. Fortunately, I am not easily deterred. I recollected myself to find the yet another attractive 20 something cleanly reject me without even a word.
Eventually, I tucked my tail between my legs and went home… Defeated