St. Patrick, the patron saint and national apostle of Ireland, is responsible for bringing Christianity to Ireland during the 4th century.  As this holy day becomes increasingly popular amongst non-catholics, San Diego has collectively decided to celebrate St Paddy’s Day with a parade in the Gaslamp Quarter followed by (you guessed it!) the whole city getting absolutely, stumblingly shit-housed.  But please don’t get me wrong, people will arrive to the evening parade already completely wasted.  On St Paddy’s Day in San Diego, every Irish Pub will already be packed long before noon with locals wearing green shirts sucking down thier body weight in Guinness in an effort to prove to their friends that they really are Irish… today.

Last year on my San Diego March 17th I was actually able to snag a table at Hennesseys in Pacific Beach by arriving at 8am, impressive eh?  It really didn’t matter because I was fully blacked out by noon, and so were my friends.  I was told that things got pretty messy and the next thing I remember was being at Sidebar in Downtown at 10pm in a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops.  What the hell happened to my bike?  Only St. Patrick knows. 

One year later with a liver twice the size and even more green in my blood, I will brave The Field in Gaslamp Quarter for St Paddy’s Day because it is the most authentic Irish Pub in San Diego… and quite frankly I’ve heard the joint goes OFF on St Paddy’s.  This San Diego Irish Pub rocks because it features traditional Irish Breakfast and authentic Irish music to help you fire up that inner-Catholic alcoholic you have tried to suppress!  Don’t worry, it’s not about how much you can drink that makes you an Irish-Catholic, but how guilty you feel the next day! 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day San Diego!

Whatever happened to the days when you could roll out to Bars in Ocean Beach on a Saturday night in a hoody and jeans, pull up a barstool, and have a beer and a conversation? Although some OB Bars are still pretty chill, some of the more popular bars are a bit too rowdy for me on the weekends… especially if I’m baked.

OB Dudes have had a wonderful hippie/stoner reputation which made the local bars them a bit more relaxed than some other bars in San Diego.

However, some Ocean Beach Bars seem to be overran by a bunch of creepy, horny, old dudes that have seem to have graduated to pure alcoholism. In every bar there tends to be a guy or two that have clearly been drunk since 10am, but is it necessary for all bars on Newport to be filled with these dudes?

Ocean Beach drunks have done a terrific job in making Ocean Beach bar night a scary idea for a group of attractive and well-dressed girls. So, girls, unless you are in need of a butt-load of attention from gnarly dudes, try to look a bit homely. And guys, get hammered (not stoned) before hitting OB for the night.

On August 29th, 2006 Isthmus Court, the most notorious party court in Mission Beach, filled with drunks as the 7th annual Block Party ensued. It was a glorious day of shots, beer bonging, and keg stands led by two simple men with nothing more than a dream of a more counterproductive drunken society. BoozeSanDiego.com pulled together festivities which would go down in history as one of the best neighborhood parties known to man.

The day started off with a bang as the rhythmic clicking of the Wheel O Death called out to all of Isthmus Court to begin drinking before noon. By 2pm the court was filled with neighbors and guests shaking some ass to the sounds of DJ Filthy Sanchez, who dumped track after track of the filthiest jams you’ve ever heard. People could hear the music for blocks and were drawn to the madness while thinking, “Holy shit! Maybe I should call the cops. Or better yet, maybe I should spin the wheel and drink myself blind.”

Everything went smoothly until the Franzia was unleashed and the party went ape-shit about chugging dirty wine and slapping the bag with all their might. Ten kegs, ten handles of vodka, and two cases of Rockstar later, the Dance Commander Snowseph had lost his mind and began taking his pants off. At some point the cops may have come, but I can’t really remember and I don’t think anyone really noticed because I’m sure everyone partied all night long.

I would like to give a tremendous thanks to everyone that made it out to kill some brain cells. I’ve got a butt-load of pictures for you to paste onto your myspace to prove that you were looking damn sexy that day. I’m talking sexy enough to bone on the first night.

The supreme joint for concerts and after-hours parties in downtown San Diego has always been 4th & B. But with the explosion of downtown over the past few years, fierce competition from new, more elaborate concert venues has threatened 4th & B’s ability to book the top artists touring through San Diego. A few changes, a new niche, and some creative booking are keeping this OG concert hall’s ticket sales up more than ever.

The largest threat to 4 th & B has definitely been the arrival of the House of Blues just a few blocks away. The House of Blues’ budget and street credibility has allowed it to scoop most of the major talent on tour through San Diego. Even Petco Park has managed to host a few major acts such as the Rolling Stones in 2005.

After a full facelift, new lighting, and a seriously upgraded sound system, 4th & B has reclaimed itself as the czar of after-hours parties. Their San Diego “Love” Friday nights has hosted the best DJ talent in the world, such as Tiesto, Sasha & Digweed, Sandra Collins, and The Crystal Method with no end in sight. With many such Fridays selling out the 21,000 foot arena, this rekindling of the rave scene in San Diego seems to have no end anytime in the near future. Keep an eye on 4th and B because you do not want to miss what’s coming up next weekend in San Diego.

I know it can seem like a drag to drive all the way home after work on Friday evenings just to shower and change your clothes, especially if you already work in Downtown San Diego. I know it seems like a good idea for you and all your office buddies to hit a happy hour or two and just stay downtown all night in your “business casual.” Maybe if you just take that tie down a bit and undo that top button no women will put it together that you have yet to shower. Just bear in mind that the On Broadway staff clearly notices that you’re a tremendous douche bag.

I’m sure you’ve all noticed the guys I’m talking about. They usually come in groups, often accompanied by female counterparts in business suits. Since they’ve already been drinking since 5pm the drink of choice for the night is Vodka Redbull, which really enhances the sweat stains on those pits as they dance (horribly) into the night. As a DJ and bartender, your not really sure if you should hate these guys or embrace the fact that they plan on blowing a few hundred bucks while jumping around on the dance floor. Personally, I don’t trust someone who’s too busy for changing his clothes before leaving the office so I’ll be at the other end of the bar.

Now that the website has been fully launched and forced upon all of my friends, I think it’s necessary that I throw my first party. This Saturday, July 1st, BoozeSanDiego.com presents the Mission Beach Pub Crawl. All those interested will be meeting in Mission Beach at 11am to drink free beers and eat breakfast. At 12pm the crawl begins in South Mission Beach at the Pennant. The drunken debauchery will then make its way north on 45 minute intervals through the Beachcomber, Canes, Wavehouse, Sandbar, and Coaster Saloon. Those still standing will continue north to Guava Beach and Liars Club in North Mission.

Last Friday night I grabbed two friends and went to check out SIN Nite Club in Downtown San Diego because I’ve been hearing that it’s a red-hot new nightclub being promoted by Dre Vegas, an old San Diego favorite. I entered VIP and still had to pay $10… lame but becoming more typical… in Las Vegas.

The “Sin” concept was cool, the music was loud and everything was pimped out and brand new. Feelin’ the urge to booze heavily, i ordered the “Seven Deadly Shots” and a couple beers to chase. Turns out that drinks are like $9 a pop and I should be in a different bar if I planned on getting hammered.

Off to the dance floor to cut a little rug… most of the crowd was ghetto. I suddenly felt like I had left San DIego. When in hell did Hawaiian shirts and silly sunglasses re-enter the nightclub scene? I guess if the DJ will only spin last year’s Top 40 you might as well dress like dork to entertain yourself.

After almost getting in a fight with LaShawnda and her sisters for walking through their apparent “dancing space” it was time to belly up and calm the nerves. $200 later and only 3 rounds of beers and shots I was feeling a bit annoyed, to say the least. Not only were the drinks weak and overpriced, but my bartender was so shit-faced that he was spilling every third drink he poured making for an impatiently backed-up bar.

I left at 1am feeling half-sober and thoroughly disappointed. Greedy owners and promoters are to blame for creating the most fancy and overpriced dive bar in Downtown San Diego.

The Mission Beach Pub Crawl hosted by BoozeSanDiego.com was on of the most ridiculous pub crawls I’ve ever seen in all my years in Mission Beach. All of the fellow boozers met at Party Boy’s house in Mission Beach for Bloody’s, beers, and breakfast at noon on Saturday, July 1st. After a quick group photo we turned our drinks bottoms-up and were off to the Pennant, where $2 pints were waiting. Forty-five minutes and a few beers later we hit up the Beachcomber (right next door) for more $2 pints as well as $3 u-call-it cocktails. This was when most of the group switched over to booze and the energy of the pub crawl really began to escalate as slurring, stumbling, and nudity made its way into our groove.

A saucy ten minute walk down the beach (accompanied by a couple of eighteen-packs, of course) brought us to Cane’s Bar and Grill. After a few too many Jagger Bombs, we were ready to dance our asses off at the ever-popular Wavehouse. That’s when everything started to get a little fuzzy and pub crawlers began making a scene. I personally saw a battle where coasters were used as ninja stars, a dance party that went awry when the couple got a little too loose and hit the deck, as well as countless drinks spilled into the Wavehouse’s fake sand. As people were kicked out early we then enjoyed a slurred stroll to the next pub, the infamous Sandbar. Not long after everyone made it to Sandbar, anyone wearing a BoozeSanDiego.com t-shirt managed to get kicked out… they said BoozeSanDiego.com was getting too wild. Is that possible?

After Sandbar I really don’t remember a whole hell of a lot- I know I’m not the only one. Other than that I had a blast. Whether or not we made it to the final bar of the crawl, the Coaster Saloon, will surely never be known. What is known, however, is that those still standing were still able to make it back to Party Boy’s house to finish off the keg from earlier. Maybe the pictures from the Pub Crawl will be able to paint a better picture than I can. You can check ‘em out in the photos section o the site to see the kind of fun you can expect from future BoozeSanDiego.com events. Booze on!