I really hate jinxing myself, but I am having such a fantastic weekend. And last night was seriously so crazy and amazing that it’s left me wondering why I’ve been so hesitant to go out and do things outside of my apartment!
My problem has always been hanging out with people who like to go to these ridiculous, clubby-type environments — it’s just not my style. I’m from this tiny, local-pub filled town called Stockton, so I dig things that are more low key and conversation-having enabled.
Last night, determined to do things my own way, I decided to go out alone. I spent some time curling my hair, getting my makeup exactly how I wanted, and throwing on a chill outfit while spritzing on my own smell-good cocktail. Then it was out the door.
On befriending tipsy strangers
While listening to a few Spotify playlists on the way to catch the train, I notice a group of five dudes drinking out of these precarious-looking blue cups, huddled at my stop and waiting for the same bus line. They’re staring at me, which is always awkward (and almost kinda creepy), so to break the tension, I smile, wave, and introduce myself.
“Where are you headed?” One guy asks.
“Nowhere, really. I was thinking about just trying a beer I’ve never had before at every bar I end up in,” I reply.
“That sounds fun. Who are you going with?”
“No one.” I say, very matter-of-factly.
“Seriously? Are you meeting someone there?” They seem surprised.
“Nope!” I’m smiling.
“Sooo, you’re just going all by yourself?”
The group seems shocked by this idea, then of course insists that they tag along with me, citing how I’ll need protection from the creepy guys I could potentially run into at the bar, and joking that I’m obviously a very lucky girl to have run into such a nice group of dudes. Lol.
After a whole lot of laughing and dicking around, I find out that two of the guys in this group are also from Stockton (small world!), one of which is getting married on Saturday and is actually the reason they’re all out drinking. The three of us Stocktonians bond instantly, and after being offered a sip from one of their blue cups (supposedly some kind of Vodka mix), I politely decline, noting the fact that I’m not in the mood to get roofied by strangers. They high-five me, praising my paranoid Stockton mentality (it’s a pretty dangerous city, ha) and offer to get me my first beer at whatever bar I’m headed to instead.
I should have done this ages ago!
If you’re wondering where I went, it was basically a bunch of places in the Lower Haight area of San Francisco. Haight Street is pretty much covered in shittons of dive-bar situations, so it’s like, if you’re not exactly digging one scene, you can just bounce on out to the next.
Some of the dive-bars I visited:
- Noc Noc – This neon-lights filled dive bar with tons of dudes in plaid shirts and several frumpy women. Lol. Cool reggae music, interesting furniture, and a shitload of strangely-named beers that I’ve never heard of before.
- That one place next to Noc Noc – Oh man, what’s this place called? I could look at a map, but I’m lazy sooo … Yeah. Not gonna happen. But this place basically has a ton of beers from all over the world ranging in taste variations, and all really awesome. It’s a little bright in here and they don’t serve liquor (it’s a beer-only bar), but it’s pretty cool if you’re already drunk.
- Mad Dog In The Fog – Always a favorite, and right across the street from that one place next to Noc Noc (ha). Dimly lit, awesome booths for large groups of friends, and never a waiting line for the restroom. There were seven of us in total by the time we ended up here, so it was fun to sit around talking loudly and drunkenly, poking fun at each other and laughing our asses off.
I ended up trying, like, four different kinds of beers, all of which were bomb-tastic, and all while making new friends, running into old ones, and having a generally fantastic and drunken time. I’m pretty sure we hit up another bar, but man — it’s a blur, and checking in on Foursquare totally slipped my mind or I’d be looking at my check-in history right now for reference. And yes, I was totally wasted by the end of it all, but it was ridiculously fun. You have no idea.
Also, no. I didn’t pay for any of my drinks yesterday. And yes, I love my life.
Feeling totally freed
It’s such a crazy experience doing things solo. I had an amazing time not having to worry about anyone but myself, getting to make my own decisions about where I want to go, when I want to do it, and not having to babysit anyone’s feelings — it’s the best. I highly recommend this for people who don’t necessarily hate everyone, but definitely dislike the majority of their current social circle.
Here’s what I’ve noticed: Activities I’ve usually found unpleasant while with friends or in large groups have ended up being incredibly enjoyable when done alone. This has been the case for me with several experiences, not simply limited to bar-hopping and drinking. I’m a very social person by nature, but I just have such particular tastes that being around the same group of people for long periods of time starts to grate on my nerves.
After last night’s very-positive experience, however, I’ve made the decision to take even more control of my life than I already do, and just do whatever-the-fuck I want without worrying about everyone else. I can’t please everyone, right? Life is way too short to go through it living for everyone else — I refuse to continue this way.
This morning, for example, I took myself to this breakfast-all-the-time place called Kate’s Kitchen and ordered the most bomb breakfast plate ever: 2 poached eggs, 2 ridiculously large sausage patties, one ginormous biscuit, home-style fries, and a cup of hot coffee. Toppings included fresh blueberry jam, butter and Tapatio sauce for my eggs. Mmm!
… Actually, that sounds pretty good right now.
Off to heat up this box of leftovers and play some video games,
XOXO Cheri XOXO