paying homage to the original cub prawl that went down many moons ago, a select cadre of intrepid bojon aficionados set off from the upper haight to retrace the charmed path that bounces from pub to pub down through the lower haight, ultimately landing somewhere in the vicinity of city hall.
as tradition dictates, we tipped things off at murio's trophy room. (well, actually, the pre-game debauchery got underway at agent kevlar's flat on page street, but such festivities never make the box score).
off to the races as a glorious sunny day paved the way. not feeling a tremendous obligation to do everything according to the script we hit the ZamZam for some cocktails and were well received...
but then we crossed over to tap martin mack's to keep some things as they were before. but alas, a padlock let us know that not everything twas of the same order.
hmmm, ok then, onward with an open mind and an adventurer's curiosity. and the good sense to pick up the Gold Cane, one of the legendary spots we somehow missed in the original foray.
and then onto club deluxe, another classic that time has not touched.
we hit molotov's in the lower haight but just may have slid past the mad dog in the fog due to the squirrely nature of the situation.
fond memories of yesteryear had us fired up to congregate at the rickshaw stop... but another padlock greeted us abruptly. and we were sad.
ever resilient, we redirected to the absinthe and likely caused a stir.
and, oh yeah, this year's installation had a destination. as good fortune would have it, phil lesh and friends were playing the bill graham auditorium on this particular eve, and we spilled into the show in grand form just in time to catch the insanely talented jackie greene making sweet melody.
book it most righteous. not sure when we prawl again, but this cub is in on board...