What is it
about de rigeur holidays that irk me so? Is it that I lived in the Richmond for over five years, and after that, Lower Nob Hill for four, three of which were spent over a Polk Street bar?
Think I just answered myself. Wonder if the cops still put barricades out on Geary to keep revelers from falling into the street?
Oh yeah, I know what the problem is: it’s WEDNESDAY and I can’t go to a bar.