I was lucky enough to ring in December with Molly, one of my best friends and past roommate at the infamous 419 Benj house. Our lives were filled shenanigans, debauchery, all- nighters, and all of that great stuff that goes along with being a college student. Why would her two night stay in the Bay Area be any different?
Molly got in at about 11PM on Friday and it was off to downtown San Jose! Glamorous? Absolutely not. But Im old and it’s close to the airport so off we were. We went to the Wagon Wheel so I could try to get Molly good and drunk with an epically sized mug of beer that is so heavy I can barely bring the glass to my lips when full.
After the Wagon, I thought I would try and be a good friend, reminisce about college days and hit up Tres Gringos. Lucky enough for Molly, we ran into a group of my friends who persuaded me that if I liked Molly at all, I would NOT take her to Tres. They were right, so we went to The Brit instead keepin it classy. The next step was to go to La Vics for Molly to get a taste of the orange sauce. YUM.
The next morning we woke up feeling a little on the hungover side but not too shabby. We THOUGHT that the BCS championship football game would be on in the earl afternoon so we got ready and headed over to Double D’s to fight the holiday parade traffic and the marching band to find a parking spot. Naturally, we were wrong and the BCS game wasnt on until about 5PM, lucky for us MHoops happened to be playing! Kevin and Dwight met us there and we started drinking.
After lunch I could not let Molly be in the Bay Area another second without taking her to Aqui for a swirl, or three. Me, Molly, Dwight and our friend John spent a good chunck of the afternoon hanging at the bar introducing Molly to the wonderful world of swirls. DID YOU KNOW THERE IS A MIMOSA SWIRL? Only on the weekends, check it out. Paradise Patron Swirl + Champagne, I was in heaven.
One thing Molly told me that she wanted to do was see the Golden Gate. Dwight booked a hotel room for all of us earlier on Saturday in San Francisco so at about 6PM we jumped in the car and headed to the city to meet up with Renee and a group of her girlfriends. My luck prevailed and we drove to SF in the most ridiculous downpour of rain, ever. Can I just tell you that Gloria (My 1998 Mazda) hates San Francisco. I could smell her breaks burning from the RIDICULOUS hills on Divisidero, you know the ones that are so sharp that you can’t see anything on the other side until you are at the peak? then you go shooting down the other side as if you were on the world’s word roller coaster.
It took forever but somehow we still made it on time to our reservation at Zushi Puzzle- which is tiny tiny so we still had to wait, of course.
After a few sake bombs and some sushi, we checked into our hotel, Marina Motel. Which is adorable and looks like a little Italian villa. We changed and headed to Bar None for some drinks.
The night went smoothly with tequila shots, bar hopping, irish car bombs, jager bombs etc. Until Molly and I decided it was again time to eat, thus we stopped at Mels where we were invited to join a conga line. Molly “politely” refused. Then we made the walk back to the hotel.
Upon waking up the next morning, we realized that we had to get our asses in gear to make it to The Republic for bottomless mimosas. One thing Ill say for The Republic, their food is terrible but the atmosphere is awesome. It was crowded with groups or people just enjoying their Sunday football. At this point we still have not seen the golden gate, next stop!
We drunkenly jump in the car (sober Kev driving) and made our way across the bridge…
Then stopped at the vista point for a photo shoot:
Kevin drove our sorry asses back to San Jose. At this point we had probably averaged 9 hours of sleep Friday and Saturday night combined, not to mention Molly had jet lag (such a trooper) so the both of us fell asleep in the car. When we got home we cuddled up on the couch for a bit then went to Amattos to introduce Molly to the Philly Cheesesteak. I think it was a success.
Sadly that night I had to take my sweet Molly to the airport for her midnight redeye flight. I can only image how tired she must have been for her next day at work! So glad she had the chance to make it out here. Even just for the weekend! LIKE A BOSS!