Scott’s Tour of San Francisco

It is evident that not all Scotts are created equal. This Scott was our fairy godmother in a place too big for me, Kristen B. and Rebecca T. to figure out on our own. So, I guess in San Francisco, fairy godmothers are straight men who show you all the best places to get drunk. Even he admits, «every guy in San Francisco has to be a little gay to live in this town.»
It is appearent, now, that the ghost of Judy Garland was guiding our paths to meet with Scott. The three of us just arrived at a strange corner, tryng to figure out a map of San Francisco when, in a red jumper and glasses!!! POOF!!! he appears.
Every place he chose was on par with our tastes: Lucky 13, Eagle Tavern (which was hosting a benefit to disrupt the Republican National Convention), and The Mint Karaōke Lounge.
My only criticism is his 0.8 mile, 20 minute walk from Eagle Tavern to The Mint, but that’s okay, because we needed to walk off some of the calories from Lefty O’Doul’s. I’ll forgive him on the count of being such a gentleman and friend of Judy from sunset to sunrise.