Look out for real, live tipsy pigs leaving this place on weekend nights. Before I'd ever experienced the shame of the human race known as The Marina, a friend described it to me as, “A thousand little American Psychos wandering around drunk.” The Tipsy Pig is where the young faces of the next generation of white male privilege gather. A slightly more mature scene than the rest of The Marina means these are the ones that did not disappear into alcoholism and faded dreams. These are the ones that continue to upwardly aspire, and they strike postures of comfortable entitlement. Posture along with them at your own peril.