Jay-V

Raised on a dairy farm, this Cowboy loves to bullshit. From the barn to the big-time, Justin moved to Madison-Wisconsin, where he spent five years trying his best not to graduate.  The University of Wisconsin is where he honed his skills chasing women and running up bar tabs.  With more success on the latter, Justin decided to take the show out West to give the shawtys of San Francisco something to talk about.  Since posting up in North Beach, Jay-V has been running circles around the City to meet new people and try new things.  One year later, Justins Live was born, with intent to flip the script on the conventional weekend while helping you improve your liquor tolerance.  Clark Kent by day, Superman by night, Jay-V doesn’t believe in Kryptonite.  Giddy up San Francisco.  You’re in for a ride.

Peter on Polkthidsffgdsisthei

Born in the jungle and raised in the rain, Peter survived the gritty streets of the Seattle suburbs to make it to the Bay at the ripe age of 18.  Once designated the “Baby” of the Pretty Boy Draft and often described as “a one man party” and “taller than a sentinel,” this Stanford grad decided to take up residence in The City when it was time to go pro. This veteran of SOMA moved to the famed Polk Street, and the race was on with new conquests left to be had.  Since joining forces with the Justins, this set of stooges has been pounding beers, finishing their share of bottles, and having a glorious time along the way.  The rag tag gang has now set out to discover everything SF has to offer before the clock runs out (which in most cases is about 1:45am).

Aaron Bay to the A

Aaron is by nature a man of opposites.  Born colored and raised white, it’s no surprise to see him kick pushin’ down Market Street, sporting a tight shirt and S. Perry loafers, all the while bumpin’ old school R&B.  After graduating from Stanford with a degree in biology and a minor in shenanigans, he moved to SOMA last year just in time for Love Fest — a prelude to the inebriated adventures the city would bestow.  He continues to hail from the gritty streets of SOMA, but his new spot 12 floors above the grime might change his perspective.  If he starts bloggin’ about a 1948 Bordeaux with meaty undertones and raspberry notes, you have permission to stop visiting Justins Live.