Da Mayor, Da Regis, and Du Vin Blanc

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.