Today was Loomis Group’s holiday party at the soon-to-open Epic Roast House along the Embarcadero, just underneath the Bay Bridge. With whores derves like caviar and shrimp this and caveet that, Jeff had to bring the ghetto. Okay. Not really. But it was nice. It was definitely awesome to be one one a few groups to eat at this joint before anybody else did. It makes peasants like myself feel special. But what was more awesome was free finger foods and free drinks and drunk co-workers. This isn’t the first time I got drunk with co-workers but this is the first time I’ve been with all my co-workers (designers, account execs, PR, etc) and a load of free alcohol. It was great.
How about that ride home? Just a bus ride away for 20 minutes from the Embarcadero to 2nd Avenue and bam. I love it. This is the life. Kate, San Francisco and the hunger to just simply experience good fucking times.
Time to eat my pizza. Thin slices of duck meat, gizzard (chicken’s upper intestine?) and little black fish eggs spread over thin, crunchy bread doesn’t cut it for me.