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Air Conditioned Lounge www.airconditionedlounge.com 4673 30th St. Happy Hour 4-8p.m. -- $4 you-call-its & All draft beers


San Diego Uptown News | Oct. 28-Nov. 10, 2011 NIGHT LIFE Photography by Jarett Boskovich Writing by Sean Eshelman


Presenting Whits & Pics, an evolving narrative told through the lens of Jarett Boskovich and by the pen of Sean Eshelman. We would like to cordially invite you, the reader, to join us in our travels through each of Uptown’s neighborhoods as we capture in still frame and written word the color, character and hidden treasures to be found in each and every neighborhood.


Bluefoot www.bluefootbarsd.com 3404 30th St. Spooky Hour -- $1 OFF booze & drafts -- 1-7:30 p.m.


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U-31 www.u31bar.com 3112 University Ave,NFL Ticket & FREE breakfast buffet from 10-11am every Sunday


The Fleetwood www.thefleetwood.com 639 J Street, NFL Sundays -- $3 Mimosas, $3 Coors Light Draft, $3 Svedka Bloody Marys


seasonal pumpkin ale in hand. This was our inspiration as we made the short walk from Texas Street to the depths of North Park where Rocktoberfest was attracting a grow- ing number of local music fans.We could feel a certain autumnal energy as we made our way; the growing thump of the venue’s sound checks hushing our chatter until we were right upon the front gates. We rendezvoused with our group and greeted mutual friends in passing as we entered the venue. First rounds were ordered to ensure our spirits were prop- erly spiced before the coming performances. We were stalled at the entrance, distracted by the laughter and stories of our friends before being awoken abruptly by the start of The Heavy Guilt’s performance. It was hard to tell if it was the singer’s overflowing growl of a voice, or the resident soul-stompers saw blade percussion that grabbed my throat. Don’t ask me to define rock and roll, all I knew was that


folk wall of sound evidenced by closed eyes and rhythmic nods.


Toronado www.toronadosd.com 4026 30th Street, Tuesday Night Steak Nights


No thanks were necessary; roars from a crowd of dancers gave power and presence through until the end of the set. A man on stilts and giant lederhosen herded us towards stage two directly behind us to start the next performance. We set up camp at some cov- ered benches to enjoyThe Low Volts. He was a one-man band with as much rockabilly flavor as a malt from Marie’s Diner right down the street. The


Pumpkin spiced beers and misty piers S


ummer never dies in San Diego; it dons a scarf and earthly col- ors, keeping its people moving,


only percussion came from a single bass drum and with that one kick it was like ham- mers in all our chests. It hurt so good. The cinnamon and nutmeg in my Shock Top Oktoberfest gave a feeling of content- ment, as if I was perked in front of a fire on a cold evening. That is what autumn is about. A haze of afternoon fog was settling, though not to be outdone by the sun, creating gold stage lighting for San Diego’s best dressed band, The Styletones. These guys were suit- wearing cats you could trust. Mr. Harris, I ap- plaud you for your bravery as much as your voice, not to mention the ladies you danced with, leaving a path of bodies and rhythm in your wake. The real bravery came from a man in front of me, a dancing machine jiving with every thumping bass-line and tasty gui- tar riff. We shared laughs at his expense. Our time at the festival had come to an end, but the night was not quite spent. The promise of a feast at The Beachwood followed by a moonlight bay cruise on the Bahia Belle drove us towards our next destination in Pacific Beach.


all six of us were infected with the psychedelic- We were apprehensive about leaving our haven in Uptown, but the beach had a magnetic pull on us. We arrived and joined the party in our con- cert attire. Glamour, the theme of the evening was mocked by sequins and bowties, PB’s take on high fashion. Before long it became apparent that we would rather continue our journey else- where. With a “separate checks, please,” we were off.


Leaving the restaurant, we felt an undeni- able pull towards the beach which teased us in the distance. Our shoes were filling with sand as we broke through the alley and trudged through towards the waves and thickening fog. I lent out my jacket. I wanted to feel the cold on a night like this. We walked and stumbled in the sand before arriving at the steps leading to the entrance of Crystal Pier. A sign was marked “closed” but the gate was wide open, so in we walked. Between picturesque cottages where weekenders slept peacefully we enjoyed our stroll in the darkness. It wasn’t long before a security guard appeared through the mist and coldly shooed us away. It is always nice to be reminded of the diversity of our beautiful city, beyond the confines of our neighborhood but one must always return home. We returned to Up-


town with the sense of contentment that came from a successful autumn night out. u


Bar Eleven www.elevensandiego.com 3519 El Cajon Blvd, 25oz Eleven Lager Big Mug - $4


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