san francisco

in general, it was a good trip. the weather was lovely, i always love a night when a coat is required; bonus points for warming my hands inside a loved one's jacket.
i finally got to see CSS! i listened to goldfrapp from a ferris wheel! i saw a fun mother & daughter + daughter's friends dancing and drinking to hot chip! foals blew out some speakers (or something?)! the treasure island music festival was tops, i know so many people would break my face if they found out i skipped justice, but i had to get to the free tilly show! so. about that tilly show... that's where i finally decided what i hate about san francisco: everyone's always fucked up. honestly, i don't really care what you put in your body, just leave me alone when you do it.

girl that wouldn't stop touching me when kenton was replenishing my drink?
back the fuck off, don't you have some glowsticks to twirl or something?

retro-classy dragqueens that left with the fratholes?
please stop your spastic drugged up dancing on my feet. also, you're (much, much) taller than me. could you please not block me?

highschoolers timing all the highs and lows?
just shut the fuck up already and chillax. just go with it, seriously.

anyway, tilly was fun and i got some fun photos...

that lady is my hero.

other than all that madness, we had a fancy brunch with some truly amazing cheese and then some beach fun in half moon bay. also, two trips to tartine. and some wandering around, and an amazing beer night at tornado (i think that's what it was called). oh yeah! and we squeezed in some rare device time. all in all, a good trip. we just should've planned a little more (gridskipper!).

here i am...

we spent hurricane night at poison girl with friends and drove home at about 3 or 3:30 am (eye, what eye?) with some friends who had ridden their bikes (and you thought we were dumb/crazy) earlier in the night. after about 30 seconds in the car, i started to regret ever leaving the bar. the streets were pitch black, branches were flying everywhere, and there might have been one glass too much whiskey in a certain boyfriend. a short drive later we were home safe with our hurricane guest (and gusts), staying up almost all night just watching from the front porch. the winds and rain were mezmerizing, it was definitely an exciting eventful night. we're lucky we didn't suffer any damage, just scared kitties peeing on the stairs and two pairs of leather boots. tomorrow i go back to work downtown and we still tentatively leave town friday for san francisco. power's going to be out at home for a while, but the lucky boyfriend has a functioning office.

slight change in plans

san francisco, next weekend!
very excited.

last night

...was pretty perfect.
summer is doing that houston tease where it feels like it's actually winding down at dusk, there's warm air but a cool breeze that feels all too perfect for bike riding.
later in the evening we were going to check out a new bar, singing along with the really high, fast, fun parts of the new of montreal and kissing at the red lights. when we got to the bar it looked all wrong (valet??) so we kept driving, still singing and trying to decide where to go.
on a whim we drove down west gray to check out the midnight movie which turned out to be 'a clockwork orange.' as soon as kenton found out i'd never seen it, he found a parking space. we drank a few beers in the lounge and people watched from the elevated section, wishing there were more bald heads to look at.
at 2:30 am when the movie was out, that oddly refreshing warm breezy air was still there and it was back to of montreal in the car.
a short one-song drive later we got in the house and i was so happy to be with my absolute best friend who happens to be a very good kisser.


i've always said autumn makes me fall in love, but this little prelude to the fall is making me pretty happy (at least after dusk)

news

i had a birthday.
i got new shoes.
i finally bought the mega charley harper book.
i got a new job, despite the previous grievances.
i've been taking lots of fisheye and holga photos.
elisabeth hasselbeck is killing me.