Cheers on Chestnut
SF was calling me, so I decided to rendezvous up there for the weekend.
The trip was off to a great start, since I was able to fly on my favorite airline- Virgin America.
Once again, I received questionable looks about my beverage selection from the person sitting next to me.
It’s not my fault Virgin serves a glass of chardonnay in a mini wine bottle.
SantaCon started with one of the my friends, Dana Tedeschi, taking a
Jell-O shot in the shower.
This set the tone for the day.
If someone were to look into the backyard of the Chestnut Acorn apartment, they would think a fraternity was leasing it out. From the Christmas themed Jell-O shots, to the keg stands, SF was ready for SantaCon.
Or at least my friends were.
We walked to Polk, which I guess was the unofficial place for all the Santas to stroll and bar crawl. It was nuts, and so were the lines.
After waiting way too long for a not that great bar, I got ready to go in, when I realized my ID was still at the Chestnut Acorn frat.
This is my life.
I showed my American Express hoping the bouncer would take pity on me or at least realize I was an adult, but alas, I was not granted entry… Rats.
After I retrieved the ID, we ventured from the Marina down to North Beach, stopped in Kells for what looked like a Loyola High School dance (this is a good thing) and had a beer.
Then we mosied to Delarosa for my favorite dinner of all time- The brussel sprouts, and the prosciutto pizza. Did I mention I had an extremely caloric moscow mule?
The next morning, everyone looked as if they had been run over by a trolley.
We somehow made it to Blackwood for some well deserved bloody mary’s and eggs benedict.
Both were necessary…
We stopped at Susie Cakes for a little snack and then shuffled to SFO.
Special thanks to the Chestnut Acorn Frat-Dana, Kelsey, Lizzy, and Michelle. And also to the one and only, Brooke Dowling.
Many thanks to the above people for making my trip to the bay worthwhile…