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This 4-bedroom, 5-bathroom house helped to land 94123 on Forbes’ Most Expensive Zip Codes list - #55 to be exact. At 2500 Lyon Street, you can live right down the street from Gordon Getty and Larry Ellison. How fun! The property lies at the entrance to the Lyon Street steps and boasts “abundant with rich and opulent architectural detailing and superb Bay views.”

Total number of people pictured in this week's Swells society column: 100. (It's all pictures and captions this week, with no dishy Catherine Bigelow text, we're sorry to report.)

Total number of people pictured in this week's Swells society column: 56.

Total number of people pictured in this week's Swells society column: 65.

SFiS -- more than just SFist minus the T! We give the new glossy advertorial section of the Chronicle our patented By The Numbers treatment below. (Warning -- SFiS only appears in .pdf form so many, but not all, of the links featured here will require Adobe Acrobat.)

Fist Rita is on a well-deserved holiday break so we apologize ahead of time for this week's suckage. Total number of people pictured in this week's Swells society column: 48

We got a sneak preview of the Jan. 2007 W Magazine article about the San Francisco social life of the Gettys and the Trainas that's referenced in this week's Swells society column. Of course we're giving it the trademarked SFist Society By The Numbers treatment! The article's not online but you should be able to buy it on the newsstands by next week.

We went to the PlumpJack Cookbook signing party at Jack Falstaff last night. And none other than the mayor was sitting at the table, pen in hand, waiting for us to bring our copy of book. And he deserves all the kudos, as it’s hard to sign with a bleeding sharpie on glossy paper when you are left handed. We are getting carpal tunnel just thinking about it. No smudge, and his sleeves remained pure white.

Well, Eminem is back with his on-again off-again Kim, but SF's sporadic First Lady's now not only on the outs with Gavin but now also with her employer, Court TV. Matier and Ross report that Ms.-Guilfoyle-if-you're-nasty has announced that she's going to be taking a job with FOX News, hosting a weekend law/crime show called "The Lineup."

Whether you're filing for an extension at the last minute, biting the bullet and paying them now, or just saying "F**k it, it's cash under the table from here on out," you're probably about as mad at the government of these United States as you'll be all year. The bastards! Taking your hard earned money to support a war! Alternately: The bastards! Taking your hard earned money to support Cadillac-driving welfare queens!

Of course, you could go out tonight or this weekend and catch some live music. Or you could stay home alone, muttering to yourself. For those who can't decide, here's some suggestions:

Yes, yes, we saw that Sunday Chron magazine profile about the Gav -- "Newsom In Four Acts," Eye-Rolling In Three. As we all know, "Everyone in San Francisco knows a small black child saved from a hail of bullets by Matt Gonzalez." (We did enjoy the section where Gavin gets in a confrontation in Hunters Point while a youth says, "G, man." G's up... now, who's down again?) But what we found intriguing was the throwaway paragraph at the end of Act One, crypitically alluding to the origins of the close nature between the Newsoms and the Gettys. "When Bill Newsom and Gordon Getty were young friends, having attended St. Ignatius prep school together, Bill's father, William A. Newsom -- Gavin's grandpa -- gave refuge in his home to Getty when he needed it. A bond was forged between the two families." Hmmm! What does that mean? Well, local political blogger Chris Nolan hypothesizes that the friendship was cemented when Judge Bill Newsom used his legal wiles in his unofficial capacity as the Gordon Getty in-house lawyer to get millions of dollars for them out of the trust established by Getty patriarch J. Paul. So really, footing the $232,616.90 bill on that ill-fated Newsom-Guilfoyle wedding reception and sizable capital investment in MatrixFillmore was like an interest payment, right? Picture of the MatrixFillmore "deep lounge" CD from the Plumpjack website

No doubt soon to become a regular column! The plebes who merely rent in Pacific Heights were no doubt circling the blocks fruitlessly Saturday night in a vain attempt to find parking as 400 members of the upper crust of the upper crust -- the part of the pie that turns black and falls off in the oven, it's so upper crust -- all drove separate cars to Gordon Getty's 71st birthday party. No word if Danielle Steel let people use any of her 26 parking permits for the evening. The house was bedecked in roses, just like when Ben Affleck proposed to J. Lo, and these folks are so A-list, you don't even know who they are:

Then you had my knowledgeable colleague, glam Anne Lawrence, who could have stepped right out of "The Aviator." Over there was skier, surfer, and jeweler Erin Dianda, who avatars as Alana Leigh. ... Don't forget that other California blond dream, Beth Townsend ... or those hard-working women whose good works give Society a good name: Vanessa Getty in white ... snow angel Donna Ewald Huggins ... Allison Speer ... Tatiana Sorokko, whose Russian allure fits right in with this house, which is right out of Tolstoy in its grandeur, hospitality and commitment to bringing people together. ...

No offense to Mr. P.J. Corkery, from whose article we've taken this, but -- who are these people? Well, if you have to ask, you were probably doing something else on Saturday night. What we do know is that the most famous (at least to us) guests at the Getty residence, far from feeling each other up on the carpet again, were hard at work. The man responsible for losing the Democrats the White House, Gavin Newsom, was hard at work carving a roast beef (Neiman-Marcus is no doubt breathing a sigh of relief as the PETA protestors race down McAllister Street to ply their posters of bleeding minks out by City Hall instead), and Kimberly G-N announced that she had just gotten off a plane from New York to be there, and that she had changed into her black Marc Jacobs dress in the plane bathroom. "I am First Lady, you know." Gee, that seems to mean a lot to her. The Standing Room actually made it to the shindig (no word on where he parked), but alas, reports that it was too dark to snap any pictures in the library of love. He also reports that they served white asparagus, out of season.