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But then, it hits her all at once. "What's going on? What....what have I done? What is this all about? God, please. Help me," she silently screams.
On Tuesday we attended the Redwood Room's 75th Anniversary. That's right, SFist landed an invite to the bash, and we apologize to the poor inter who gets canned for mistakenly putting us on the list. (Really, it involved an open-bar and free food, so we couldn't resist Febrezing our cleanest pair of pants and heading out for a night of almost fun.)
The Redwood Room, for those of you who don't know, was a chic watering hole on Geary Street brimming with glamor back in the day. A place where, before catching a show at the Curran, you could the driest gin martini in town, an aging cabaret singing emoting to an empty room, and a tipsy Brian Boitano chatting with a young male courtisan.
A few years ago, the Clift decided to renovate the place, giving it that Philippe Starke touch. Popped-collared asswipes and shiny-faced whores followed soon thereafter.
But Tuesday night's commemoration of the Clift's Hotel's famous bar was really top-drawer, darling -- or at least, it tried to be -- returning to a bygone era if for one night only. Hosted by Mayor Gavin Newsom and Jennifer Siebel, no one remotely important whatsoever, save for a few local on-air personalities and the the exquisite Joy Venturini Bianchi, showed up.
Local photog Bill Wilson, though, was there to capture what went down. (To check out even more photos, go here.)
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Looks like no party I've been to. Ever.
Anyone want to go drink a Sparks in Dolores Park?
Is it just me or is there a frighteningly uncanny resemblance between Seibel and Cindy McCain? 20 years and a couple rounds of botox and the two could be sisters.
Also, love this line:
"Popped-collared asswipes and shiny-faced whores followed soon thereafter."
what's the deal with older ladies who are of a mind to be fashionable and those ridiculous huge rimmed glasses?
Like any society bash in San Francisco, it produced hundreds of pictures of ugly nobodies. Will the Redwood Room staff finally get it that they work in an unfashionable bar in a mid-priced hotel in a provincial town. I'll sit wherever the fuck I want and order a glass of tap water if I so choose.
Jen looks liquored or hungry with her mouth open in every pic.
Your picture captions are perfection!
Crude, but accurate. Two thumbs up.
Every time I see Willie Brown in person or a photo he's always with some blond chick...it's not always the same blond chick of course.
God, San Franciscans are ugly...not one bird in any of those photos I'd ball.
The next to the last picture should be captioned, "Soooooooo..... Threesome?"
Seibel is looking very old and haggard and nutso.
Brock, your popped collar line made me laugh. You're silly:)
I see white people
I know the pretty "mystery man"! He's a friend from school...gotta love how small SF can be!
The destruction of the original redwood room was really the beginning of the end, for me. This town just ain't been the same since. Alas.
WTF? San Franciscans are ugly? I'm not saying any of these people are model material, but anyone who thinks these people are "ugly" really needs to get out more.
I recommend a trip to the place known as Silver Dollar City.
I don't think the comment meant to imply that there is anything but a variety of ugly people the world over. Leather sun-skin qualifies.