Dem Bitches Be Drankin'

One fateful evening not long ago (read: last Wednesday) Jordin and Fai were enjoying a couple of late night libations at Amante in North Beach. “Fai,” Jordin said to her tiny counterpart, delicately sipping a finely crafted dirty martini, “I very much enjoy our weekly get togethers here at Amante, but something tells me we should be expanding our horizons.” “I quite agree!” exclaimed Fai, smoothing her skirt and adjusting the feather in her drinking cap. “Perhaps we should start a blog in which we patronize various drinking establishments within our fair City by the Bay and then inform the eager public of our findings. Getting sloshed in the name of friendship is all well and good, but getting sloshed in the name of SERIOUS BLOGGING is what we all aspire to!” Then the two women clinked their cocktail glasses together in a toast of friendship and initiative; it was a toast heard round the world, as its power was later proved to inspire the North Koreans to drop arms, the Palestinians to blow kisses to the Israelis, and Mission Hipsters and Marina Douchenozzles to come together under the common bond of spending their parents’ money. 

This is how we will tell our grandchildren the story of how we decided to start a blog dedicated to enjoying and reviewing as many of San Francisco’s glorious bars as possible; it sounds classy, makes us seem like we had a plan, and makes a pretty solid case for a Nobel Peace Prize nomination. In actuality, while the setting is the same, the idea came during the first round of vodka tonics and was promptly forgotten, only again coming into fruition when we were sufficiently soused four hours later on pink drinks, rum and pineapples, and Fireside Chat Winter Spiced Ale. We debated the benefits of tumblr vs. Wordpress (it was short-lived, as we understand neither), spent 25 minutes taking pictures of ourselves in Photobooth for our profile picture (the reason we look so attractive is because the cocktail we were drinking had a whole jalepeno in it), and then passed out as it was 6 in the morning and there is only so much work we can do in one night. 

And so with that, ladies and gentlemen, we begin…