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Society rag Nob Hill Gazette -- who, sadly, let the divine Catherine Bigelow slip through their fingers last year -- came out with its annual list of coke heads and homosexuals. And at least one of them, according to Valleywag, is a wife beater. "Arjun Gupta, a venture capitalist best known for being accused of beating his former wife. A restraining order filed in the case was due to expire next Sunday." (Not all at once, ladies!) Other notables are Anna Alioto (famous name, "environmentalist with a yen for travel," and randy lady); Jeremy Stoppelman, (surprisingly hot) co-founder & CEO of Yelp.com who enjoys dining, dog parks, nightlife & fresh air; Dan Herling, 6' 7" former college basketball player with a presumably humongous penis to tear apart your intestines; and Wilkes Bashford.

Oh good. Valentine's Day is just around the corner. And if the thought of next Thursday's approaching fillet mignon-for-two-free evening doesn't make you want to slice open an artery followed by nap-time in the bathtub, then how about not making Nob Hill Gazette's annual Lucky 13th Annual Eligible's List? (Yes, yes, you and your hipster S.O. are too cool to celebrate a Hallmark holiday, clearly, but what a privileged thing to decide not to do. Wow, that was bitter. Anyway.)

Made famous to us plebeians not by the names littering the social registry and its many sad suck-ups (an aside: ahem, our rent is due soon, bitches), but by the much-missed former SF Weekly's "Dog Bites" columnist Laurel Wellman, Nob Hill Gazette just landed another beloved local writer, former Chronicle society scribe Catherine Bigelow.

Total number of people pictured in this week's Swells society column: 47. (We almost counted the mannequin at your right!)

As we think fondly back on our college days, we've come to the conclusion that alcohol is never going to taste as good as it did before we turned 21. That, however, may not be true for poor Brittanie Mountz, who just got busted by the Chronicle's Cecilia Vega for possibly drinking with the mayor while underage.

You know, we really wish there was some place in San Francisco to go that was stylishly exclusive. Really, we'd go out more, but everytime we go to some club we're surrounded by -- gasp! -- people who aren't as exceptionally talented, handsome and rich as we are. Some place where we could sit back with a cocktail and chat with Gavin about how to make San Francisco more business friendly, and joke about how 'market rate' housing affordable -- you just need an interest free loan from Ann and Gordon! Oh, Gavin, you're so droll...we seem to have spilled our martini on Wilkes Bashford.