Vibrate on the top floor
A when you want a story with your drink
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Starlite at Beacon Grande San Francisco Union Square- 450 Powell Street San Francisco Ca
Mara Hruby was deejaying soul music. The albums lined the window sill and I could see the wind picking up. It looked like a storm was coming.
The couches were plush enough for the elderly couple in the back, bored woman posting pics on their social media with nothing to say and the jeans and heels I wore. Walking in the amber-toned room, I knew that a $20 cocktail was in store.
I ordered “A Man You Don't Meet Every Day”. It's a drink but the room made it feel like that was possible. This was the kind of room where he could be one of the sweatshirt and backpack tech guys at the bar or someone in the art filled room hidden away typing away on his computer into the late hours.
Marina, someone who said she worked in music, brought Mara a gift bag from a spa. In the bag there was a card with a frog wearing painted nails on the front.
The guy she was with stopped her from any substantial conversation about what she does for a living with “We’re on vacation”. Judging by the way he laid across the couch and his drink of choice, I could tell he wasn’t her type but he seemed fun to have around.
Mara opened the gift Marina brought her. The spa bag said she hadn't gotten a birthday card and tells the story of her and a frog. Then the conversation changes to toad magic or maybe I was only partially listening.
The guy she was with stopped her from any substantial conversation about what she does for a living with “We’re on vacation”.
The bartender poured and mixed while I put my heeled feet on the tuft that cost more than my rent. This isn't a Carrie Bradshaw moment because I can't fit my feet or my life in a pair of $1200 shoes. Nor would I want to.
I saw the Outkast “Aquemini” album in her collection and requested “SpottieOttieDopalicious”. She said she had something better in store for me and played “Liberation”, a much better choice for the crowd who needed the reminder on a Sunday heading into the work week.
There definitely wasn't any man coming to this room for me and the drink was already gone. So I ordered a $30 whiskey. Neat, no chase. Just like I like my men.
