Ah, San Francisco. The town where you'll find a bustling area full of arts, a financial district, and a theatre district.. all bunched up next to a different kind of theatre district. This city defines diversity - though often in ways not quite savory.

This evening we were on a mission. Fueled by watching hours upon hours of adreanaline pumping college basketball, it was time to get back out into the world and do some damage. We raced around the city, sometimes at breaknet speeds, not only to find somewhere to go, but to bring you the most whacked out series of "there he goes again with the streaky lights" pictures yet.

We picked up Elena and eventually decided to get some soakage at a Greek restaurant on Polk first (Myconos, I believe) where we had our first taste of Greek brew. Good stuff. It loosened us up enough for Dave to theorize why there were no more Ancient Greeks. After leaving, we witnessed a bit of road rage (ok, more road annoyance) while stuck behind the St. Patty's Day Drinking Trolley that was moving about as fast as a faux cable card could. (Read: Not very.) The search for another watering hole continued. We went by Cloud 9 in the Nob Loin area, but they didn't honor our free passes. Opting not to give those bastards our business, the party moved on...

There was a bit of a worry that the night wouldn't be as raucous has hoped. We ended up at a reliable old favorite: The Elbo Room in the Mission district. Between the great selection of music, "American Beauty" running on the big screen above the pool tables, and wickedly strong pint margaritas, I was in barfly heaven. Elena sipped dirty martinis. Dave drank whatever designated drivers drink these days. And then it was time to go again. We gravitated toward the old standby nightclub - Ten15 Folsom, if only because we knew there'd be good talent there tonight. Unfortunately, it was already past 2:00 am, so the bartenders were already wiping up and counting their tips.

Fortunately, we met some rowdy strangers from Texas before we went in and enjoyed swigging from a bottle of JD for a while in a nearby alley before getting in the (mercifully short) line for Ten15. I have no clue who these guys are, as we never saw them again. Thanks for the Jack, guys!

Inside, it was hectic as usual, albeit a bit emptier since the booze was no longer flowing. All the better, I say - after 2:00 am, the meatmarket vibe is gone and the place becomes a venue for music and dancing. (Imagine that!)

The main room was still packed with bodies, but not uncomfortably so. And the music was absolutely rockin'. It was supplied by none other than noise guru Josh Wink himself.

While California sent its best (the UCLA Bruins) to Pennsylvania to put on a clinic over the weekend, the Quaker State sent its native sun over to us to school SF in DJ technique.

Mr. Wink was on fire. From behind his wall of propellerhead gear (check the Sony VAIO there - hey man, I worked on those), he assembled a diverse blend of sound that ranged from house to trance to anything else you can imagine - and it worked. I defy you to find another DJ (outside of Sunnyvale, CA) who can seamlessly mix the likes of the Stone Roses and Duran Duran in the midst of a deep house-influenced set.

The crowd was absolutely positive, which surprised me considering Josh Wink's predesposition toward darker and more cacophonous noise than a happy, uplifting sound - but that's the beauty of it - he never fails to surprise everyone, and he knows how to work a crowd.

The music made me find that happy medium between beligerent drunk and happy drunk. Ah, the power of beats! It burned a number of people out, judging by the people half asleep in the lounge downstairs. But make no mistake, it was an amazing set being played up in the main room, and by the looks of it, Josh was more than happy to provide the entertainment.

Alas, by the time 5:00 am or so rolled around, it was time to go. Not that we couldn't have kept on going, but the exit sign (this is the trippiest one yet, I say) beckoned, and we just had to go up and grab this pic of the skyline from Coit Tower before the sun came out to blind us. Following our instincts, we had found the vibe, and everything turned out to be just fine. (A few hours later, UCLA stormed Pennsylvania again and shocked the Cincinatti Bearcats - was this a great weekend or what?)