I would first read Slag Bandoon's tribute to small town golf:
Click hereSan Francisco doesn't qualify as a small town, but it is made up of various little neighborhoods so often can have a small town feel.
Then I would:
Assuming the Whiskies of the World has a bottle of Caol Ila (or some suitable substitute) lying around you could get your hands on, I'd take that bottle and head over to Lincoln Park by cab.
Head on into the club house, open up the bottle and have a wee dram or two, you'll instantly make new friends. Some of them might want to head out for a quick 18. Time it so you are finishing close to the gloaming (it should only be a 2-3 hour round.) and bring the bottle along. Raise the bottle on the 17th tee and hit a ball out into the Pacific.
Then repeat:
Gie him strong drink until he wink,
That's sinking in despair;
An' liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That's prest wi' grief and care:
There let him bouse, an' deep carouse,
Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,
Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An' minds his griefs no more.
Finish up and you and your new mates head for the bar and finish off the night, then it is just a cab ride back to bed when/if that time ever comes.
Only concern is that Lincoln Park can be a pit in the winter, but not to worry, wear boots instead of spikes.
Dan King
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
--Robert Burns