I have to say that The Trappist was a little too breezy and somber for my mood last night, especially after shrimp ceviche, lychee sangria and salsa at the Cock-A-Doodle Cafe cabaret. So we headed over to one of my favorite hangouts: The lounge in the Oakland City Center Marriott. The chilled-out bartenders, big screen TVs and brown leather sofas are inviting especially when there are no conventions in town. It was all very cool until a guy who strutted in, quickly attracting the attention of a security guard. Why, he asked, are the Los Angeles (or let’s be honest, Anaheim) Angels staying in a SF hotel when they are in town to play the Oakland A’s? The A’s play in Oakland (O-A-K-L-A-N-D) not San Francisco and we obviously have plenty of hotels. I was sitting in one of them, for god’s sake. And it’s pretty nice. Are a bunch of dude jock baseball players afraid of Oakland? Or just Commissioner Selig?