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July 14, 2007

Da Mayor, Da Regis, and Du Vin Blanc

brown5.jpg Last night when we and a few of our more tolerably-alcoholic friends took a break over at the St. Regis (why not?) -- which included SFist emerita and SF Gate/Chron rescuer Eve Batey for a few, short seconds -- we were jarred to find former San Francisco Mayor Willie Lewis Brown kicking it right next to us. It should go without saying that insouciance was seeping out of William's ears, nose, and ass. What's more, this precious SF-celeb encounter totally put last month's St. Regis B.D. Wong sighting to shame.

While not at all sure what he talked on and on about with his guy-pal, because eavesdropping is just rude, we did manage to capture a sun-drenched and breezy Brown image on our phone while he busied himself with wild gesticulating. Also, the words "real estate" were (arguably) heard coming from Brown's mouth, said our inarguably wasted friend. Willie even checked out SFist commenter bedorable's XX-chromosome form more than twice, claimed her husband, while she relaxed in her old man's arms. (Oh, you saw it coming, didn't you, smarty-pants. Let's say it together, then.) See, you can take the San Francisco mayor out of City Hall, but you can't take...you know.

Also, after he got up to leave, we felt his chair's butt warmth. Because we're just that hilarious. And sad.


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Comments (11)

You know he lives in the St. Regis. So, kinda like seeing him in his living room. I get drunk (and gesticulate, even sometimes dance) in my living room from time to time!

 

His name isn't William. His given name is Willie.

 

Willie's living room is durned expensive.

 

Oh, believe me, he knows that when I call him "William" it's time for him to bring me daddy's belt from the dresser.

Also, doesn't (or didn't) he live in an apartment inside the AMC 1000 compound? What are those places like? Sounds strange and delightful.

 

I was mostly shocked that he left those deliciously cheesy crackers untouched in their tiny wooden box.

 

"butt warmth?"

Brock you are by far the crudest editor on sfist.

Where ever they found you I wish they'd send you back....


 

That's okay, brave guest #6. See, I was always taught to act like I respect the opinions of our elderly, no matter how dated they might seem. Though I must commend you on your anti-immigration-like tone with me.

Thanks for reading, guest #6!

 

Brock, you are so kind as to not point out the grammatical error(s) in guest #6's comment. You aren't crude at all, whereas I am a prime a-hole.

Guest #6, stop being a pussy and at least register to post your comments.

 

And what am I, chopped fucking liver?

 

Nice photo. You ought to add your pic to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willie_Brown_%28politician%29 it's a better candid that what they are showing. If this was Londonist you'd satisfy our pun hunger or at least leave us wondering when you "felt his seat for butt warmth."

 

Guest number 6, you must be new to the site, especially if you find the word "butt" to be crude. With delicate sensibilities like that, I'd think you were my mom, but even she would agree that I set a crudeness bar that Brock has yet to reach.

 
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