Bar#0 Elixir

This new year’s resolution might end up being a lot harder than i thought it would be. first off, not living is SF makes it a lot more difficult to go out to bars there. second, it’s sometimes hard convincing others to go out to new bars. and third, something that i never considered before is that it might be hard to figure out which bars are new ones…


(it’s hard to keep my hands steady..)

Last week Tom, Natasha, and i went to a bar called Elixir. i read about it online and it sounded pretty cool. we get to the bar, order some drinks and only after a while do i all of a sudden think to myself “wait a minute… i’ve been here before!”. yeah, it turns out that a few years ago, we had come to this bar on NYE for 15 or 20 minutes. i had totally forgotten about that. so, now i can’t count this bar. crap… i wonder how often this is going to happen? there probably have been many other bars that i’ve gone to on random drunken nights, when everything becomes a bit blurry, and names of bars become forgotten. how many bars have i been to that i just dont know about?!

Anyways, i may as well write about the Elixir anyways. actually, i think i’ll just write about all the bars i go to from now on, regardless if they make it into the fifty new bars category.

Elixir was a pretty cool place. very small, with pretty much only bar stools to sit on either at then bar or at high tables. the vibe was pretty relaxed and the crowd was an odd mix of dive bar patrons and people dressed really nice wearing suits. the thing that i thought was pretty interesting about this place was that on Wednesday nights, anyone can be a guest bartender. basically, they sign up for a certain night, and are expected to try to get hella people to come to the bar. then, on the Wednesday you chose, you come and bartend with up to 4 of your friends. half of the tips made that night then go to a charity of your choice. i think that’s a pretty cool idea… it would be so fun to serve drinks one night at bar. the guest bartender that night was pretty crazy… spilling drinks all over the place, screaming at people, dropping the girl he worked with on the floor, and convincing me to drink some random monkey drink that i have no clue what was in it.

One thing that’s pretty crazy about Elixir is that it’s super old. i guess the place has been around for like 130 years. Other than that, i can’t really think of anything notable about the place. it was chill and seemed like a good place to hang out, but nothing crazy special. after a few drinks, we headed out to another bar…

Elixir is at 3200 16th Street in San Francisco

surprise!

on Saturday evening, i went out to dinner with my cousin. we went to We Be Sushi which was pretty damn good for inexpensive sushi. after dinner, when we drove back to Natasha’s house, the house was dark… apparently her roommates must have been out. i walked up the stairs, and just as i was entering the living room, i noticed Dan huver and rob sitting there on a bench. WTF? what the hell were they doing at Natasha’s house? and what the hell were they doing sitting there quietly in the dark? for a second there, i felt like i had just walked into a dream or something… where weird inexplicable things happen that just make *zero* sense.

after a brief confused pause, i ascended the last few steps and then things got even weirder. there were other people in the room. lots of them. a bunch of people just standing there in the dark. ummm…. huh? seconds later, the lights flicked on and everyone was yelling “SURPRISE!” at the top of their lungs and shooting those little confetti poppers all over. i stood there, blinking, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. was i just imagining this? had i finally lost my sanity? were these people really here? and if so, then why? wait a minute… is this some kind of bizarre very late welcome home party? i just didnt get it.

finally, everything was explained to me.. this was a surprise party to celebrate my “half birthday”, the date right in between my last bday and my next upcoming one. my last birthday had been miserable. caryn and i had ended up in Moyale, a crap town on the border of Ethiopia and Kenya. we had been on a bus all night, and were exhausted, dusty, dirty, and it was super hot. we spent all day shuffling back and forth trying to get all of our documents in order for the border crossing the next day. i had no email access and so i couldn’t get in touch w/ any family/friends from back home. basically, it was the worst possible birthday ever.

in order to make things better, caryn planned this surprise “half birthday” party to make up for the birthday i never had last august. she invited all of my friends, had my cousin divert me from her house, and then set everything up. crazy eh? i had never had a surprise party before and even after i found out what was going on, i still was totally shocked for at least the next half hour. it was all just such a surprise!! i mean, who would expect a surprise party 6 months after/before their bday?

the rest of the evening was hella fun. the party had an international theme, and people had brought all sorts of appetizers and different alcohols to make new drinks. kim made this awesome cake. but most of all it was just fun to hang out with everybody. that’s what birthdays are all about kinda.

all in all i was really blown away by the whole thing. it was just so touching that caryn had gone through all that trouble to throw me a birthday party to make up for a crappy birthday that i had pretty much forgotten all about. it was just another random day and that day was turned into such an awesome surprise. best “half birthday” *ever*!

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The working world

as of last week, i am once again a member of the working world. i was surprised to find that the company i used to work for asked me to come work for them again. i worked there as one out of only 2 engineers, and when i had left there, they hired a replacement for me. due to the tiny budget that their engineering department runs on i had been fairly sure that they would not be hiring a 3rd engineer to work for them, so i never even considered asking them for a job. then, out of the blue, i got an email asking me to come work for them.

I’ll be honest, at first i was a bit hesitant to go work there again. i had worked there for 5 years before my trip, and now i was kind of hoping to start something totally new and fresh. 5 years is a long time to be in one job, and the thought of doing something different sounded really appealing. but, after thinking about it for a bit, i took the job.

first of all, i got hired on as a full time contractor instead of a salaried employee. this is actually what i wanted because it gives me a lot of freedom there and i can make my own hours, take extra time off if needed and also could potentially do contract work at another company for part of the week. this works out really well since i could be trying out new jobs, getting different experience, and broadening my skills, while at the same time having a steady income from my company.

second of all, there are a lot of good things about the job i left. the people there are hella cool and fun to work with. pretty much everyone there is fairly young and into mountain biking/snow boarding/photography and other cool things. also, i know the job inside and out so it was super easy for me to slide right back into work. at another job, it would have taken me ages to catch up to speed with how things work, but here it took me less than half a day to get back into the swing of things. it’s amazing how fast things come back to you.

it’s pretty weird working again. after spending 16 month with no job and not a care in the world, it’s a bit difficult to actually have daily duties and obligations.

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back on the bus

the other day i took the bus again. after last week’s bus adventure, i assumed that today would be just a boring day on the bus. but, no.

everything started out with me accidentally taking the wrong bus (apparently the 81 sometimes doesn’t go all the way to Sunnyvale). after getting off the bus, i waited for the next one. by random coincidence, i ended up waiting with this guy who I’m almost positive was the guy yelling in the back of the bus last time. while sitting around, this guy told me about how god gets upset with people who have sex before marriage. apparently this guy is currently abstinent after going to prison for a few months, then getting out, then going back to prison again, and then getting out again. I’m still not sure how the prison and abstinence tie together.

when we got on the bus, he met up with his friends and spent the next 20 minutes discussing: stealing stereos, being in prison, selling weed to cops, being on parole, and other such things. I’ve never been to prison, and neither have my friends really, so it’s kinda weird to think that there are so many people out there that have been to prison multiple time, all of their friends have been to prison multiple times, and there is most probably prison in the future for them as well. prison is just a totally normal fixture in their lives just like taking a trip somewhere is for us, while for us going to prison seems like a totally crazy and extreme thing.

i spent 14 month traveling the world and seeing how different the lives are of people in different countries… but sometimes it’s pretty mind-boggling just how different the lives we lead are from the people who are right next door.

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Bar#2 Voda

Even people that dont know anything at all about russia usually realize that the country is known for it’s vodka. people there totally love the stuff and drink tons of it. and i dont mean taking tiny little one ounce shots or mixing it in fruity drinks… they drink huge glasses full of it along with their dinner. in the russian tradition, vodka has always been my drink of choice. vodka is the ultimate versatile alcohol and can be mixed with pretty much anytihng. when i was young and was too much of a wuss to drink beer, i drank vodka cranberries since it tasted sweet and went down easy. later i started drinking vodka tonics and occasionaly (in a bar that makes them well) bloody marys.

when i found out a few years back that there was a new cool bar in SF that specialized in vodka drinks, i knew i had to go check it out. but, for whatever reason, i never got around to going there until last week. partially it’s probably because the bar, Voda, is a shwanky bar in the financial district, and i usually am more into dive-ish kind of places. Trying to find this bar was nearly impossible. it was on some street called Belden Place which turned out to be a tiny alley that cars aren’t even allowed to drive on. the alley was really cool with lots of outdoor cafe-style seating and it totally had the feel of a small quaint french backstreet.

the bar itself didn’t exactly fit in with the relaxed cafe feel of the street and was instead all lit up in neon, but it looked really cool. the whole inside was lit up all blue with bright red checkered floors, blue/red/white cubes to sit on next to the couches, and a red lit up shelf area filled with tons of different clear vodka bottles. the place looked pretty shwanky and there was also a dj playing pretty decent music. i really dug the place’s futuristic and slick look. oh, in case you’re wondering, the bar’s name “Voda” means water in russian and actually the word vodka is derived from voda.

Tom and i sat at the bar and looked over the drink menu. there were all sorts of innovative vodka drinks on there and throughout the night, we tried a whole lot of different ones. almost everything we drank was super good, except for this one drink called the Ginger bikini line. i had the feeling that pepper flavored vodka mixed with ginger and juice could be pretty disgusting, but i decided to try it anyway hoping it might surprise me. nope. it was as disgusting as i expected. just because you *can* mix vodka with pretty much anyting, doesn’t mean you should.

the rest of the drinks were hella good though. tom tried this one drink that was key-lime flavored and actually had pie crust crumbles on the rim of the glass. i tried this vodka called Hangar One which is brewed in oakland. i usually dont drink vodka straight, but the citrus version of this stuff was pretty smooth and tasty. one of the cool things this place has is a lot of different vodka infusions. this is where they leave something inside the vodka bottle and the vodka becomes infused with that flavor. i ordered a chocolate mint infusion and it was ridiculously good. it smelled and tasted just like candy… i could hardly even tell that it was vodka at all. delicious.

after a while, catherine and Li decided to head home. it was just tom and me left, so we decided to grab one more drink before heading home. i got a caramel infused vodka, which althoough not as good as the chocolate mint, was still hella good. we were just about to take off, when the bartender started talking to us. earlier on in the night, the bartender wasn’t extremely friendly.. in fact, he was rather curt. but now, near the end of the night, he was a bit drunk, and (suprise, surprise) became all chatty.

he told us he’d hook us up with something really special, and poured us this fig vodka. now, i hate figs. they are one of the nastiest things ever. not only do they taste like crap, but they even have the nerve to look gross on top of that. the bartender told us that this was special vodka imported from germany and that he is 100% sure that no other bar around carries it. he made sure we believed him by repeating this at least 8 times… maybe more. after we were told yet again that we wont be able to find this fig vodka anywhere in sf, we took our shots. shockingly, it actually tasted hella good. nice and sweet. when we told the bartender that we liked it, he decided to mention that we would probably never see this vodka anywhere in sf… just in case we missed that fact the first dozen times ;). he then proceeded to pour us a free shot of this inferno vodka out of a bottle with two huge scary looking chili peppers in it. now, i have no problem eating spicy food. actually, the hotter it is, the better. but *drinking* really spicy stuff is a whole different story. it just seems weird. you get the burn of the vodka along with the spicy burn of the peppers. this isn’t something i would normally order, but hey, i’ll try pretty much anything if it’s free.

so now we had drank 2 drinks beyond our “last drink”, but since they had been free, we felt obligated to buy a drink. we couldnt just chug his free drinks and then leave, right? so we each got a malabar infused vodka. malabar is this french bubble gum, and i was hella not down with it. tom seemed to like it though. at this point, the bartender looks around the room and decides to make “something special” for us and the other 4 people who still remained. i dont know what the something special was, but it was pretty good.

and so, after that, we finally left. all in all, it was a good night. actually, any night when you get a bunch of free drinks is a good one, but it wasn’t just that. it was the fact that the drinks at this place were all really good. some of the drinks were a bit pricey ($7), but the infused vodkas were only 5$ and other shots of quality vodka were only $5 as well. not too bad for a chi-chi place. the crowd wasn’t the usual kind of crowd that i’d hang out with, but despite that, i thought the bar was really cool… i’d definitely be down to go there again.

Voda is at 56 Belden Pl ion San Francisco.

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another request from ethiopia

wow, the guy from ethiopia who i mentioned in my previous post will not let up. yesterday i got yet another email from him. now he wants a dictionary. when will he ever stop?

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How are you? I am fine with my college of Addis Ababa. I am take your email letter is nice but you are not Reply to me all of them.
Would you like to help me school materially? If you want to help me send this Dictionary to me?
1. Ox ford Advanced learner’s Dictionary Fifth edition, EditorbyJonathan Crowther. Sand to me by the following address
To Basure Debebe
Addis Ababa College of
Technology and commerce
P.O. Box 180501
Addis – Ababa
Ethiopia
Please accept my letter. Reply to me on this week?

Yours Basure

the guy on the bus

when i was younger, i had to take bus to school all the time. it pretty much sucked. i hated waiting for the bus. i hated riding the bus. and i definitely hated missing the bus and having to run after it… which happened all to frequently. at the end of high school, i got a car and i never took the bus again. but now I’m living in the south bay and have no car, so the other day when i had to get back home from downtown san Jose, i hopped on the 81 line… a bus that i used to take all the time years ago.

now, some people think that taking the bus is hella ghetto and that the people who ride those things are total freaks. i don’t really think that way… yet somehow this bus ride took a turn towards the unexpected. the guy across the aisle from me kept kind of slumping over during the ride. he was around 25 years old, and i assumed he was probably just drunk or something when all of a sudden he starts muttering “I need an ambulance. bus driver… bus driver… I NEED AN AMBULANCE. i can’t see. i can’t seeeeeee”. wtf? i slowly look around me. either no one heard him, or people just don’t give a fuck. i look at the guy… he definitely looks messed up. so now what? do i call an ambulance? is this guy really hurt or is he just a crackhead? i don’t want to call out an ambulance for nothing, but at the same time, i can’t just ignore him.

luckily, eventually the bus driver hears him. i guess the bus driver must deal with stuff like this all the time, cause it doesn’t even phase him. he just angrily asks the guy why he needs an ambulance. the guy, who is having difficult speaking, stammers that he hurt his back a few days ago and that it hurts like crazy and all of a sudden he can’t see anything. he asks the bus driver where we are, and then has him stop at the next stop, where he gets up stumbles forward towards the bus door and then proceeds to crumple in a heap on the bus floor. shit.

the guy’s laying there on his back, muttering that he needs an ambulance over and over. at this point there’s not really another option. the bus driver (very reluctantly) agrees to call an ambulance. now, at this point you would think that people would feel sorry for this poor guy. nope. this guy sitting at the back of the bus starts totally yelling at him: “Hey! what the hell?! couldn’t you have fallen down *outside* the bus? now we all have to wait for your stupid ass! what the hell is your problem! man, I’m gonna throw your ass in a shopping cart and shove you down the street. how’d you hurt your back man… what, did you fall off your little skateboard or somethin’?? you’re probably takin’ drugs yo… that’s why you can’t see!” and so it goes on and on for twenty minutes straight. up until the minute that the ambulance hauled the hurt guy away, this dude in the back was yelling at him and making fun of him.

how messed up is that? the crazy thing is that he wasn’t the only one. other people on the bus were also grumbling about having to wait. what exactly is wrong with some people these days? are they really so wrapped up in their own lives and always in so much of a hurry that they can’t even have compassion for someone who is in pain if it inconveniences their commute? is this just such a common occurrence that people are immune to caring? maybe it’s just too routine. the paramedics that came to get him didnt seem all that concerned either and joked amongst themselves while they hauled the guy off. i can’t even imagine being in that guy’s situation… laying on the floor of the bus in pain, unable to see, and people are just straight up dissing you the whole time. crazy.

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rules?

i think i mentioned before that Tom came up with a rule for our fiftybars thing where every time we go to a bar, if it has a speciality drink, we have to try it. does anyone out there have any suggestions of other rules that might be fun/interesting to apply?

or maybe something funny to take note of in each bar we go to?

or something funny to take a photo of at each bar we see?

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The Scam

When traveling in poor countries, you are constantly bombarded by people who ask you for money. there’s all sorts of ways to con people out of their money and one of ways we often saw in Ethiopia was a textbook scam. the poor kid would tell you that he doesn’t want your money, he just wants you to buy him a book so he can study english. who can say no to that? i mean, he’s not using the money for drugs, moonshine, or even toys… it’s books! it’s educational! you can’t say no to this kid’s education, right? well, of course the whoe thing is a scam. if you buy them the book, they will just go back to the shop later and sell it back for money.

In a town called Yabello, one very persistant guy showed up on my doorstep after finding out which hotel i was staying at. could i buy him some textbooks? No. maybe when i got back to the US, could i send him money for textbooks? No. Could my family buy him textbooks? No. Maybe i could just ask one of the many rich people i knew in america to send him money? No. i kept telling him over and over again that i wouldnt give him money. man, this guy was so persistant. after fending off his requests for almost half an hour, he finally gave up.

or so i though. it turns out, this guy will never give up! i was totally shocked to find out that he waited till i got home, and is now *emailing* me asking for money. $100 actually. Now, a hundred bucks goes a looooong way in ethiopia. i wonder how many suckers he finds that actually end up sending him the money? hell, even if he finds like 10-15 people per year, he can live quite comfortably over there.

here’s the email:

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To Dear my brotherVlad
Thank you for the replying email letter tome. How are your? I am with my college. I want to ask something you? Would you like it? If you like it I am learn in this college through foster mother of Germany called mayr. She is pay to me thee fee of subject, food and boarding – school to me .you are live in good life of U.S.A so that I want to buy same book about my subject for this I want $ 100 dollar from you? If you want send to me by bank address.
Name of bank; -commercial bank of Ethiopia western union main branch
Name of receiver; – Basure Debebe
Address; – Addis Ababa – Ethiopia
My Account N0 28710
My telephone No 251 112 137 317
My full bank Address is this one please please sends to me same money? I am in problem, student with out book meaning lass. If you send to me write by email money transfer control No the is put in bank the money from U.S.A. to Ethiopia. Last time when I am in yabello I give to you one my past address that is wrong my new post address is this one
To Basure Debebe
Addis Ababa College of
Technology and commerce
P.o. Box 180501
Addis Ababa
Ethiopia
This is my post address for 3 years. Until next time good-bye! And reply to my
From your brother student Basure.

Bar#1 Whiskey Thieves

I wish i could say that i started this resolution out with a bang. unfortunately though, i started it by going to a bar at 6pm which obviously isn’t the liveliest and most fun time to check out a bar. why was i out drinking at 6pm? well, if you’ve got a resolution to hit up 50 new bars in one year, and you’re sitting around doing nothing, then hell, why not?

I chose whiskey thieves because it’s in the Tenderloin. Actually, i have a feeling that i might end up going to the Tenderloin a lot this year since it’s a neighborhood i really haven’t explored at all. yeah, it’s one of the most sketchy, filthy, and uninviting areas in SF and lots of people avoid it like the plague, but I get the feeling that there are really some cool hidden spots over there that don’t get the credit they deserve just because of their location.

in front of the bar, they had their logo shimmering and lit up through galvanized steel, which was a pretty cool effect and kind of had a techno-pirate kind of feel to it. inside, there was more galvanized steel along the wall and the place actually looked a bit fancy to be just another dive bar. as the name implies, this place is all about whiskey and they actually have a four page whiskey menu with a ton of different kinds. unfortunately, i couldn’t tell a $50 whiskey shot from a hole in the ground, and the only whiskeys i recognized on the menu were Jack Daniels and his other cheap-ass friends. I’ve drank my fair share of Jack, so i decided to try his cheapo friend called George Dickel, which ended up being pretty good. Other than whiskey, this place had a bunch of beers on tap including Chimay, and also sold my favorite beer, Hoegaarden, which you can’t find in a lot of places. Actually, just the fact that this place has Hoegaarden makes it good in my book, now if they could only get it on tap…

Like i said, it was only 6pm, and the bar had just opened for the night, so it was pretty dead. there were probably only like 5 other people in the place, so the three of us just sat around at a table and drank. the place had a pool table which we didnt try, and apparently Tom’s favorite pinball game ever, which we didnt get to try either since it was mysteriously unplugged soon after we arrived. they also had one of those tech jukeboxes that downloads songs off the internet, so we ordered a few songs, although it was kind of a rip off at $1.00 per song. our songs didnt play till about a billion songs later, which is weird cause i never saw anyone put a ton of money into the jukebox. i read later that Whiskey Thieves is one of the few bars in SF where you are allowed to smoke, but we weren’t sure of this at the time since there were some no smoking signs posted.

Anyways, overall i thought this place was really cool. the drinks were decently strong, selection of beer was good, and it seems like it’d be a fun place to hang out later in the night when there are more people. hopefully I’ll go back there some day and check it out again…

Whiskey Thieves is at 839 Geary St.

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