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

alex

This is my best friend.

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!

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!

Free Time.

Today we hung out. It was a cold afternoon. There was stolen Jameson replaced by a fruity rum cocktail. Masks were made. Friends were made. Bikes were rode. Bikes were broken. I'm not gonna lie, I'm slightly drunk and I dont remember who took all these photos, but it wasnt all me. Most credit probably goes to Miles and Drew. Love Hurts.

It;s a strange obsession.

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