Coffee Festival at Fort Mason is this weekend and I'm doing intensive research at home — three pour-overs deep, and the shirt was the only thing I bothered putting on. Come be my taste-tester Saturday?
Coffee Festival at Fort Mason is this weekend and I'm doing intensive research at home — three pour-overs deep, and the shirt was the only thing I bothered putting on. Come be my taste-tester Saturday?
The Valkyries won it all and I've been painting my parade sign since the news broke — jersey on, pants never stood a chance, and the sign says something I probably can't read out loud. Come scream on the Embarcadero with me tomorrow?
The Union Square ice rink opens tomorrow and I decided to get a head start on my technique — turns out socks on hardwood are a very different sport. I've fallen twice already and I'm not stopping. Come catch me when I go down?
Halloween's done, but the Mission's altars are just getting started — marigolds bought, half a sugar skull painted, and I still haven't found a top. Come walk Garfield Square with me and tell me if I even need one?
Castro block party tonight and I still can't pick between the two costumes draped over that chair — the coffee's deciding for me. Come be my date?
The candy bowl made it to the door, the costume didn't make it past the chair, and somewhere between the two I got very distracted. Come help me pick what I'm wearing out — or talk me into wearing nothing at all?
Home from the pre-Halloween crawl and the devil costume didn't survive past the third bar — not even mad about it. Come tell me what I should be tomorrow?
Halloween's in three days and my costume options are losing to just standing here like this — the devil horns were supposed to be the accessory, not the whole outfit. Tell me I at least need the tail?
Phoebe Bridgers at Chase Center and yes, I fully plan on being the loud crier — the dogs earned their walk first so my conscience is clear. This sweater is holding down the fort until I figure out the real outfit. Come hold my hand during the sad ones?
Kicked off the weekend the right way — a bonfire at Ocean Beach, a bottle of red, and tomorrow the whole city builds sandcastles while I recover. The wind won the argument with my flannel about an hour ago. Come warm your hands?