Monthly Archives: August 2013

Sf nite

Last night I walked all over town. In the Excelsior I watched Colombo with a bar full of old men and we all hooted at his brilliance and shushed those who would keep us from hearing it. At a Mexican bar all the lady bartenders had to have a huddle in order to get me a vodka on the rocks.
In the Tenderloin an older lady named Kay Kay bought me two drinks and tried to kiss me. The bartender got both my drink orders wrong. San Francisco I still love you.