I have a lot to talk about. (No, not about the flooding. Many people assume that I am under water or something, but HELLO I am in the city, NOT on the farms.) Here’s what you can look forward to in the next couple entries. It’s a blog APPETEASER…

• Finally, the end of my SF pictures.
• Damon’s cousin’s wedding.
• How to not get a speeding ticket.
• “You Go”
• Jeezikah’s Wedding
• David Sedaris

On the day that we were going to do outdoorsy things in San Francisco, it rained like a mother. So Annie took us for a drive along the coast…

This was a ladder for people with kayaks? Or something?

Creepy House on Hill

This was Jess, Annie, and I on our last morning. We had mimosas made with blood oranges! EXCELLENT.

This is from the ceiling of the Exploratorium, a hands-on science museum.

Here’s Jess with her brother Nick and his girlfriend Surya. I love them. You will find them featured much more in blog entries to come.

These little kids were walking in a circle to create a tornado of smoke in the middle. I captured the exact second this kid decided to be an asshole and ruin it for everyone.

Me and Annie in the kaleidoscope of narcissism

In this one, you sit on opposite sides of another person and it merges your features, as if to predict what your children together would look like. AWKWARD!

Surya glanced for .5 seconds before turning away in a sexy blur.

I’m very right brained, so I couldn’t understand half the shit that they had in there…

..except, weeee, this looks like I’m floating!

This station explained that the human mind is conditioned to think that cuteness is directly correlated to lengh and roundess. So the shorter and rounder something is, the cuter it is. This would be an appropriate time for a penis joke, so you can go right ahead and say it to yourself right now.

Don’t remember what this was about.

This recorded how startled you get when loud noises and random things are shot at your face. Jess was cool as a cucumber.

This one was just creepy.

FISH.

BALLS.

Greek-ness.

Strolling.

Fowl BFFs

We walked to the beach and watched the dogs right by the bridge.

If that’s not happiness, I don’t know what is.

“Oh, what’s up?! I’m a FUCKING GREYHOUND. OR A WHIPPET. OR A DOG THAT’S REALLY FAST.”

Aaaaand scene.