Day 19: Mission Bar Crawl

First stop on our "bar crawl."

The merry couple enjoying their duet of matching bud lights.

Stop # two. Free chips and salsa lunch.

Stop # three: The Irish Pub

The drunken Irishman exposing himself while urinating in broad daylight at 3 in the afternoon.

Jaclyn gleaming at the drunken Irishman exposing himself while urinating in broad daylight at 3 in the afternoon.

Our Day:

Jaclyn's boyfriend Andrew and his boyfriend Chris came to visit yesterday. This morning we all woke up and headed to Happy Donuts for a breakfast of bagels and bacon/sausage-egg-and-cheese sandwiches. The four of us then finally got the hint to check out the infamous "Mission District" after the 87th person recommended us to do so. The rain intruded our footwear, and our socks stepped up and decided to soak up and trap all of the moisture inside.

It was now 12:23 pm and the fantastic four of us had an epiphany that we should indeed go on a morning/afternoon bar crawl. The first bar (Cha Cha Cha) turned us down as they "weren't open until 5 pm.. how rude. Our second attempt was at an eerie little Asian-owned restaurant with a bar that encompassed half of the building and we were nothing but ecstatic to sit down for our first round of breakfast beers.

The bar-maid decided to take it upon herself to leave her bar unattended while walked towards the digital juke box and placed a dollar in quarters inside. As the song "I Love This Bar" by Toby Keith blared from all of the surrounding speakers, she re-entered the bar acting as if nothing had happened. We were onto her subliminal tactics, yet we all left that very bar somewhat content.

The next few stops were also not open until later in the evening (as it was still just 1:20 pm) but we succeeded with our bar crawl at our second visit to a Mexican restaurant. Nachos, guacamole, salsa, and a pitcher of margaritas later we trekked on with our journey to the third, and final stop.

An Irish pub welcomed us with smiles and friendly drunks with Irish accents. Alanis Morrisett might have described this scene as ironic. Before we knew it, our bar table was overflowing with Irish potato nachos, hot wings, and garlic fries with a side of delicious, mysterious dip [that we later discovered was just plain mayo with a hit of horseradish] and two rounds of beer. A paranoid-looking man waddled his way through the bar in order to urinate, however this occurred right outside of the window that we were sitting by instead of the traditional restroom located all but five yards closer to where he was sitting than the exit. The four of us unwillingly stared at that man and could not seem to look away.