Any Cal Smokes Need A Hot Date Thursday?

sfgate.com - the city of Berkeley, there is a private hot tub where only a select few people know the location. This hot tub is in an older man’s luscious, spacious yard, with hammocks, palm trees, vineyards, and a feeling of calming paradise in his backyard. When guests enter the property, they are to remain silent. They’re also naked, too, or at least they strip down into their birthday suits as they enter the tub, which reaches a very hot temperature.

In order to enter this secret backyard, one must enter a five-digit confidential code. The issue is that almost no one knows what this code is! Another issue is that most do not know where this place is located! I know that the Essex Hot Tub, as it is commonly called, is located in South Berkeley. I also know the address, but the proper etiquette is not to publish the address online. Sorry!

I do not know the code, unfortunately…

If you are male, then you are only permitted inside the gate if you are accompanied by a female. This rule is enforced in order to reduce the chances of an awful sausage fest occurring inside the adult establishment. In addition, no photography is allowed inside the complex, seeing as how there are nude people everywhere.

The Berkeley Hidden Hot Tub is closed on Mondays for cleaning. Otherwise, the hot tub is open 6 days a week, 24 hours per day. Enjoy!


Classy move by this old guy here in Berkeley. I can't tell if this is creepy or not. Seems like the rules are you must be naked, and you must be a chick. So I am going to say the creep level is hovering at a solid 7. How many hours a week do you think he logs just staring out into his backyard creep den? 30-40? Furthermore, what do you think the clientele is here? Hot milfs and Cal co-eds or crazy Berkeley hippies that smell like patchouli and have an untamed bush? I'm going for the latter. This bastion for smut still begs for a visit. The real question is what Cal smoke is looking for a date Thursday night? Me: 29 year old overweight blogger. You: 5'5" preferably asian, hipster glasses, hopefully blind.

Sometimes You Just Gotta Catch a Wave, Brah

Boston Globe: Travelers were delayed Saturday night after a man was spotted “surfing” on top of a Worcester-bound train while wearing a sombrero and a poncho, Transit Police said.

The 28-year-old Worcester man, who appeared to be intoxicated, said he had been at a pub crawl in Boston with his friends that afternoon.

The group boarded a commuter train to Worcester, and the man was separated from his friends, Transit Police said.

A train engineer said he was contacted about 9:45 p.m. and told to stop the train because a man was riding on top of it. The train was traveling about 40 miles per hour between the Ashland and Southborough stations , Transit Police said.

The engineer said he brought the train to a stop, climbed to the top of the engine, and saw the man standing on a ladder attached to the front of the car.

The man was brought to the Southborough MBTA station, where police escorted him off the train, Transit Police said.

The man said he was searching for his friends, Transit Police said. They allowed him to leave with a friend. But they warned that the man is likely to face a summons to appear in Westborough District Court on trespassing charges. The man’s name will not be released until he appears in court, Transit Police said.




I think everyone has been here before. You are out with friends just getting loaded and your mind shifts to catching that perfect wave. Problem is that the gnar is flat, your looking at waist highs at best, and you just want to get pitted. Boom!! easy solution you hop aboard a commuter train put your mind on the beach and shred. Dude was lucky that wasn't his last wave. A court summons is a small price to pay for getting your shred on. Having shred on your mind is a lot like blue balls you ain't getting shit done until you unleash.