Mission Street goes nuts after Giants sweep the World Series. Three shirtless guys are ready to hoop it up while a man with a broom and a bottle of liquor passes by.
As I was walking toward Mission Street, there were two guys in front of me, trying to hide a fat bottle of liquor in their pants. Failing that, they reassured each other that before the end of the night, they’d make friends with someone with a cup. No mention was made of a mixer.