Met friends at the Washbag for dinner. this was our first visit since the reopening of the new/old Washington Bar & Grill. Only in Ess Eff - A longtime institution closes it's doors, is replaced by a remodeled restaurant which subsequently fails, is restored to its previous decor and reopened to much fanfare two years later.
One complaint - no Boodles behind the bar - but this Hedrick's Martini was quite nice. Sigrid had a "Vitamin V" vodka martini in Herb Caen's honor. We both had the grilled flat iron steak, which was delicious. MW Approves.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
19th hole
DH 106
DG 107
RZ 114
MW 116
DG 107
RZ 114
MW 116
Don said I was pathetic. Rick agreed. Ican't argue. Dan stiffed me on a skin.
Don almost gets out of the cabbage on 16
By contrast, Rick puts it on the 15th green...
... and gets the par
Pretty Flowers
Right of 12th fairway. That's me in the middle of them. Sometimes it is more important to stop and smell the roses, than worry about your score.
Don tries to better my approach on 9
Measuring Dan's tee shot for closest to the pin.
Rick is laughing at my follow through.
I don't see a problem with it. I mean, compare it to Tiger...
Very similar, except that his weight is on the front foot, while my weight is on the back foot. And he is perfectly balanced, while I am falling over. Other than that - virtually identical.
Very similar, except that his weight is on the front foot, while my weight is on the back foot. And he is perfectly balanced, while I am falling over. Other than that - virtually identical.
Dan's "dickout" drive on 6 landed here
Live Blogging Coyote Creek
OGC Event with Rick, Dan, Don.
Getting Instructions from the starter.
Dan (aka The Bearded One) may be co-blogging from his phone..
Friday, March 27, 2009
Why I walk in San Francisco...
...on the last Friday of the month. Critical Mass takes some random route through The City - much to the annoyance of commuters trying to get home. I walked down the hill to Nick's Soft Tacos and picked up an easy dinner to accompany watching the NCAA game. This was the scene at the corner of Broadway and Polk.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
19th hole
DH 101 49* 52
MW 102 53 49
MW 102 53 49
No blood on skins.
* Don did not take the 2 stroke penalty for hitting the wrong ball. I let it slide.
Bringing it home on 18
Nice drive, even if do say so myself. The ball (you can see it in flight) almost made to the trap in the distance. Shanked the second shot, finished with a seven.
At the turn
DH 49
MW 53
MW 53
In the background - Dons 2nd shot out of the trees on 10 and into another tree.. On his way to an 8. After 10 - 5 skins each.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Happy St. Patty's day
Sigrid sent me out for some corned beef for dinner. Shanghai Kellys happened to be right along the way.
I sat at the bar next to a recent immigrant to The City, some guy from a faraway land called "Nueanglann" or something like that. He asked me why I was wearing orange when everyone else in the bar was wearing green. He then told me his tale of woe as a Boston Red Sox fan, complaining about how long he waited for the 2004 World Series. I explained to him that - counting 2004 and 2007 - the Red Sox have now won six World Series championships since the last time the Chicago Cubs won a World Series. Then I hit him, finished my Guinness, and left. It has been a good St Patty's day.
I sat at the bar next to a recent immigrant to The City, some guy from a faraway land called "Nueanglann" or something like that. He asked me why I was wearing orange when everyone else in the bar was wearing green. He then told me his tale of woe as a Boston Red Sox fan, complaining about how long he waited for the 2004 World Series. I explained to him that - counting 2004 and 2007 - the Red Sox have now won six World Series championships since the last time the Chicago Cubs won a World Series. Then I hit him, finished my Guinness, and left. It has been a good St Patty's day.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Scenes from the race - homeward leg
Kite is up, running for the finish line before the wind, more boats behind us than in front of us - beer me.
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