A WHISTLE, A MAKER, A TAKER.

I don't do the whole "ladies night" thing very often, but I should.

Me, Tammie, Will, Phil, Marina (somewhere in there), Cori, Chris. Thee Parkside. November 9 2009.

Naomi, Tara, Allie, Megan and I. Pops Bar, San Francisco, October 7

Marina and I, Thee Parkside, Sept. 14th 2009

Miles and I, Thee Parkside, Sept. 14th 2009
He leaves tomorrow for months. My heart strings and aching.

alex

This is my best friend.

i am not a crook

Another amazing night with amazing people. We danced all night and sang and drank too many beers and Ivisited a color photobooth. I am busy busy busy lately, but stay tuned.
p.s. im thinking its about time to be a blonde haired woman.

the man of my heart

Today Miles made me into an eternal barnacle. I love him.

august of 99

I LOVE THEM

its so perfect out

i love rain and clouds and the way the city smells clean after rain.

I found this flier at four barrel this morning while i was replenshing myself with delicious caffeine. both the pieces on the flier fucking RULE. I had never heard of either of these guys so i did some internet research...its pretty graffiti influenced-street art kinda art, and some of it is rad. The show will be up for a few weeks, i might try and go...If anyone is interested, there is more info here...

Also, surprise surprise, i went to POPS last night and got hammered with Maura. Are you tired of photobooth photos yet? how could you be?! they are fun and happy and silly and i guess sometimes boring if you arent in them...so here are my favourite frames from last night:

elephants on parade

my face is frozen from the wind and im falling over everywhere. i cant stand alone i cant lay in bed i cant do anything because my mind is spinning and overloading and im going to melt. i dont know if its twenty two, i dont know if its the city or just me. im spending days in selfishness and solitude but im not ever alone. its the rising of the tides, i need to rely on my dreams.

she cant move to chicago.

I never grow tired of pops. even with a shitty DJ-how can you beat a photobooth, a no-line bathroom and two dollar beers? Sometimes the dj will pretend to play your requests but as Tara and I learned last night, you most likely have to be a total skank and kiss the DJ and buy him beers to hear your favourites. Anyways, Tara wants to move to Chicago, but I think she should stay!
And we should go to POPSSSSSSS more often!

debaser.

oh color photobooths, flannel shirts, babydoll dresses and nirvana.oh debaser. i left you too early last saturday, but next saturday i will stay and remain yourrrrrrssssssssss!

brighter.

These are the things I do:
I enjoy fall days.
I drink good coffee in well lit places.
I play basketball, or just throw the ball around.
I hang out with my best friends.
I go to Pops and ALWAYS take a photobooth.
I like living in San Francisco, I walk by pretty things too often.

Hamms and Headaches and Descendants.

On Wednesday it was $1 Hamms night at Pops. I fell out of a cab. It wasnt moving, so no worries! The DJ's played Descendants at my request and it was amazing.
Anyways, no more $1 dollar Hamms. Too much headache, but cheap for the pockets!

It;s a strange obsession.

More Photobooths happened. More Pops happened. More drunkeness. Need I say more?

Day to Day

We went out to Pop's for Miriam's birthday celebrations last night. It wasnt as wild as normal, which was probably a good thing for a Thursday Night. We did score 9 free jukebox credits (Madonna, KISS, and Op Ivy ensued) as well as taking a handful of photobooth strips.

I love sharing these with whomever is reading because photobooths are fucking rad, just try and deny it!

Pops is synonymous with certain DEATH.

There is something about Pops that just makes me crazy. Maybe its the 3 dollar whiskey and cokes? Maybe its the black and white photobooth? Could it be the beautiful bike ride you must take to get there? Or just the fact that the bartenders flirt with you every time? Whatever it is, it gets me wasted everytime and leaves me with fabulous photos of the journey. My memory is blanking on 99% of these photos, but I'm sure once Alex and Drew wake from their whiskey slumber they will explain to me the magic behind them. For now, I will post them and hope the truth comes.
Hallelujah though, I made it through another drunken night in San Francisco with only a scraped knee and $30 less in cash. It is possible I sprained my thumb, but I'm gonna ignore that.

metal, pops, whiskey and girls. i sound like a teenaged boy.

I guess i don't have too many words for last night. We got really drunk and rode bikes and took photobooth pictures. I have a massive headache but I'm going to push through it and enjoy this beautiful San Francisco day!