How to impress visitors!

Being the amazing tour guide that I am...after my last 3 day tour a few of the younger people wanted to go out on the town, they wanted me to show them where! Ha! Me! A person who is usually sleepy by 9pm because I work early in the mornings and 6 days a week! I wish I knew how to help them. I didn't really say any of that. I just told them I'd drop off the van and get caught up with them as soon as I could.

2 hours later I finally made it into the city. The neighborhood where I live is so up and coming (yeah right) you have to call a cab and hope it doesn't get stolen before it gets to you. Then on a Saturday night trains headed into downtown are 20-40 minutes apart. So my journey was a bit frustrating. At CalTrain where the T line takes a long slow turn (its always slow...) I decided to try my luck, jump off the train and run up to catch the #30 bus that heads past Union Square. So I see the bus coming (as per my usual) and have to run as fast as I can to get to it because at that time of night the drivers could care less.
Needless to say I make it into town, pull myself together and find my group. What I hadn't realized in all that time was that they had invited one of the younger kids along with them. He was 20 and he looked younger. They (all being Europeans/ Aussies) thought he could go everywhere and just not drink, since that is the way of it outside the US. But they had discovered that is not the case. So we had to figure out where to go where he could come in. Yeah right, on a Saturday night in San Francisco.
I didn't know where to go. They didn't seem to understand I never go out at night. I've never been to a nightclub (yet) and I usually like dive bars and I make my own party so its never that the place is really "happening" so they are not with the greatest bar guide in the world at this point.

I took them into dark empty Chinatown to the Buddha bar and we were the only ones in there oops, it was hilarious. So we had one drink and chatted up a storm and then moved on. They really wanted to go dancing and it was getting late. The bars close at 2 am, I knew there had to be after hours places in the city so I got on the phone to some of the people I know and we were sent a couple of suggestions.
One person said Ruby Skye and the other said "oh no, don't go there its douche-y" so he suggested The Endup in SOMA. Sure, why not. Supposed to be good dancing, open really late/early. We hopped into a cab and went down to see what was up at the Endup.
This is where it gets good.

The cab driver knew right where it was because everybody ends up at the Endup. We pull up and there are no white people at all. Only African American people. Lots of them. So I say "huh?" maybe that's how it is, lets go check it out anyways. So out we go to get in line for the security pat down and ID check. We still have the young guy with us don't forget. So one by one we get nearer the door, get ourselves searched, our purses and pockets searched and then make it to the cover charge lady. We did it. All of us ended up inside. I couldn't believe it!

We were the only white people there. It was a huge place and totally packed with people. No joke, you couldn't even walk around in there. I texted my friend and asked him if the club being for black people only was normal, he said "no way!" ha! So we'd just walked into an event that was not designed for us, music is universal so who can really say its not for one type of person versus another, I know that!
But what the heck! In we went! It was absolutely the most entertaining night. I haven't laughed that much in a long time.

We got a drink and decided to go have a look. It was so packed you couldn't get through the crowd without full body contact. Once we got further into the place we got seperated and Michael and I were standing near the dance floor taking it all in when I suddenly got thrown against him and the wall. There had been a huge bar fight brewing right behind me and I hadn't heard it. So Michael catches me and we move out of the way best we can and watch the drama unfold.
By the time I could turn around and get further away from the fists of fury the security guards were on top of the scene. The man attacked the woman and she was fighting back with some serious energy and the security guards had to work pretty hard to get them out. It was really something! Michael and I just looked at each other and started laughing. Oh my gosh! It was so funny. Not sure why it was but we just couldn't help laughing about this place we'd walked in to!

We managed to gather the whole group again and made our way to the dance floor and the outside patio area which was really cool. I had to go to the bathroom and I'd seen the line on my way by, it wasn't short. I knew I'd better get into that line before I really had to go so off I wandered to fight my way back to that side of the place.

Wow! This was the next funniest thing I've ever seen at a bar. The women in line for the bathroom were absolutely hilarious and we all had to go really bad and we were all trying the broken stall door, just in case and then as we got really close the ladies just started undoing their clothes to be totally ready to go. The gal behind me says "just don't even flush, just run out" it was great!

So we danced the night away and watch the scene unfold and had a bunch of laughs. Oh what a night! My poor young English lad Felix was completely out of his element the whole time. It was really funny. Michael was from Australia and pretty much up for anything so he and I were really enjoying ourselves.

The whole night was great. These poor folks had no idea what a night out with their trusty tour guide Karen would be! Goes to show, you never know what will happen, the party is where you make it and never turn down new things! And just see how that turned out! :)