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?

Whoops.

The next morning, everyone looked as if they had been run over by a trolley.