so my man and I are jonesing for a movie on a random saturday nite, and while you may judge me when I tell you that we decided to take a cab the 1/2 mile to the theater I will remind San Francisco wind and hills can be treaturous after a large meal of sushi and sake. Sometimes you just need to say, “TAXI!!" so we hop in a cab, that amazingly took only about 30 seconds to hail and we proceed to sit back, relax and begin a conversation with the cab driver. (or he started one with us rather) I noticed almost immediately, as he chatted, he actually began turning the radio up…which I thought odd…but cab drivers be crazy, so I thought..whateves! When all of a sudden, the music turned louder, the conversation took a turn and the driver did nothing other than start singing. That’s right peeps, San Francisco’s own, The Caberet Cab. Never had I wished so much that “cash cab” could have made its way over to SF. So while we were being serenaded (I use that term loosely) I was once again reminded of not only the crazy of our fair city, but how lucky I am to have this on my random saturday nite that transports me somehow to a far superior adventure that deserves some good storytelling. Like every good starving artist our singing sleuth attempted to sell us something….his CD. While we politely declined, we walked away with something that was most valuable….. Never discount the saturday sushi and serenade. The movie was sold out….who cares?? It’s saturday nite and somehow the possibilities seem endless!