I don’t know what it is, but whenever my friends visit (especially the girls) they just always want to go. I think the idea of good music, good dancing, no men hitting on them and good drinks make them go giddy with anticipation. Little do they realize that drinks in the Castro are pretty much Kerosene with sugar. Everyone one of my friends that have gone to the Castro have either woken up with severe regret, vomited or blacked out.
Completely worth it in my opinion. I remember taking Mike to the Castro on his honeymoon trip to San Francisco after Briana had passed out from too much wine. That night will remain legendary and those pictures will remain secret.
To my girls that love the Castro, there is also West Hollywood in L.A.































































































