It happened Friday night, June 7, 1996
in San Francisco over at
The music hall was filled to capacity with smoke
twentysomethings looking to have a good time.
The designated attaction was
-- however, we've talked to several who
that the people-watching was even better.
I call it a toss up.
The featured $4.75 Sierra Nevadas were
quite quenching in the 96
The only problem with Sierra on draught
is hippie hair
coming pretty close
to swimming in the beer.
Drank it anyway.
eyes could not stop
wandering onto the physiques of passerbyers.
After almost three hours of music divided
into two sets,
the crowd departed happy, yet exhausted.
commodity after the show was the overpriced taxicab.
Goood luck in
snagging one without a little bit o luck.
Not too far across town,
the lower Haight was heavily populated.
Parking was not for the short-
Toronado was serving the delicious ales and loud tunes
while an interesting crowd of
black leather, and
tattoos mingled among themselves.
The first sip of an
made me stand and yell "OOOOHHHH BAARRNNEY!"
Giving you the straight (and we do mean STRAIGHT)
jammin' fatties and hottys,
we are pirAnts on the crust,
and we don't lie.