diving the dives

Had a really fun night of Nob Hill bar hopping last night despite volunteering to be the DD. We started off at Swig, which looks like a big room with a fireplace and a large bar along one wall. It was really crowded with really tall people and didn't exactly boast of ethnic diversity, and strangely every guy in there had the standard patterned/striped shirt not tucked in look. Veronica commented that the place gave her a feeling she'd run into a co-worker (she works at a law firm). S had a long list of bars within .1 miles of this place so we set off to hit as many as possible. James decided the goal would be 7. Bar #2 was called HiTide. It smelled funny and there was a really drunk guy in there with a plastic sword down his back and his fly undone. He inched closer until he was leaning on my shoulder so I moved. We downed our beers and moved on to #3 Le Colonial up the hill. It was pretty dead save for the tone deaf spastic dancers on the floor, one of whom was not wearing shoes. We did our standard one drink and bathroom visit and moved on. #4 Who's Your Daddy we discovered is a Korean owned bar where there was a private party going on upstairs. The highlight there was a Jagermeister machine that keeps the stuff nice and chilled. We did a shot. S and James played a game of pool and we went outside. Next door was a small bar downstairs from an old Victorian looking hotel. The place was called White Horse. There was an old white guy tending bar who was extreme welcoming and friendly, as were the other patrons at the bar. We found some seats and the liquor got aflowin'. Some young Asian kids outside, whom I assume we don't know, looked in the window and saw us. They came in and asked that we help them to settle a bet. It was the birthday of one of their female friends and she was to take a shot with every guy in our group. I saw James, Veronica, Johnny and the bartender do the shot. I'm not sure who else did it. I advised S to hide behind the wall as he had just finished a tall glass of some other nasty liquor. He escaped unscathed. From there most folks headed home. Cec and E joined the people in my car at some Thai restaurant for some really tasty grub. James miraculously kept the contents of his stomach in his stomach all the way home. That was pretty eventful in itself. Some guy who must've been wasted was weaving back and forth in front of me. He was so all over the place it took me a bit to decide how to cut around him. Suddenly, he swerved hard to the right and hit the concrete barrier on the side of the highway and drove the car up the wall a bit before crashing back down. I pulled to the far left and sped up to get the hell away. I debated whether to call 911 on his ass but he pulled off the highway and I didn't get his license plate. He must've been the most out of control driver I've ever seen on the road.