See, it's just like Misshapes. Oh wait - except for the fact that there are NO GIRLS AL ALL! Seriously, this is what a straight bar in San Francisco looks like on a Saturday night. Have you ever seen such a writhing mass of dudedom in your life?
And it sorta was! The venue is tiny and the whole back area has all this foam stuff everywhere that makes the walls look like rock so it feels like you're in a cave.
When the place cleared out late that night, Grant decided to humor me one last time by doing a flying David Lee Roth scissorkick off of the fucking bar downstairs. Hahahah. My batteries were dying and my shutter when off just before he launched into the air.
After The Paddock we headed over to another bar called Carlos & Charlies. We'd been told by the locals guys that this was the place that the cruise ships brought all of their guests to and that if we were looking to touch drunk, slutty girls on vacation, this is where we should go. Who wants that? We went there for the um, wings. Yeah, the wings. Delicious.
