48 hours in San Francisco
*Forgot all my film I bought like a dumb bum so I just bought a couple disposables and/or used my phone.
Alright, I am not a summer girl. I do not thrive in the heat. I don't enjoy sweating outside of the gym. So it came at quite the perfect time to get on a plane and fly the hell out of the hell that was Southern California the other weekend. Booked my flight a couple weeks prior for $120 roundtrip on United. Not the cheapest you can get but not too bad at the same time. My one and only gripe about the 55 minute flight (besides getting stuck in the middle seat both times and the dude next to me continuously farting) was that they bloody charged me to bring a bloody carry-on. I was ticked. $25 both ways to check a bag the size of a backpack but because it had wheels I had to check it. I don't know if this is a new thing or what but yeah it was what it was.
Not the best quality or cutest photo but just to illustrate the joy that was 60º F. It was 90 something when I flew out.
Stayed with a friend from SD who lived just south of the city center and just crashed on her couch. We took the bus and then underground into the city from her apartment. Even though I normally take public transportation alone regardless of the time of day, it is not entirely safe to ride BART or certain buses alone late at night in the city.
I am on "Team: Public Transportation." I absolutely have come to hate driving. I f*ckin' hate it. I drive almost 30 miles to work one-way and on the way home I sit in rush hour traffic and it takes me well over an hour for a drive that should take more or less 20-25 minutes. It actually drains my spirit. Sounds very dramatic but I feel like I'm wasting so much time out of my life sitting alone in a box. It pollutes the air, it wastes so much money in gas.
So I've come to realize that I not only genuinely love the economic benefits of public transportation, the efficiency (depending on which system and where you are), that you are around people without necessarily being around people; but that I want and need to live somewhere with this available. Southern California is just not equipped for it. I gotta get out of here. Been long overdue.
I just sit there with my headphones on absorb the energy that comes from other commuters in a weirdly uplifting and even inspiring way. It puts in perspective that there are so many other people besides you and things going on besides your own little world.
This is the kind of breakfast I always order. Either this or french toast. Which I got the next morning. This spot is in the Haight. And recently I've been toying with the idea of going vegetarian/pescetarian so maybe this was one of my last rendezvous with bacon for a while.
Went and walked around the Mission. It started getting hotter but it was still really pleasant. I was in black trousers and a friggin long sleeve blouse and for someone who runs hot, I was fine.
Haha. So. Popped into Everlane. Well, popped is an exaggeration because there is an actual bouncer? that regulates the traffic into the store. Like there is an actual like barrier that parallels the shop where you line up to wait your turn to shop. Wild.
The brand is pretty basic (in a good way. I kinda wish that word hasn't taken on such a negative connotation). Picked out a few things to try on. Judging by the queue at the door and the fact that I was given an actual pager to let me know when my fitting room was ready....
Next, we spent the next few hours teleported to Heaven aka Dolores Park.
Sitting in the park was honestly the highlight of the entire weekend. Not only was it a beautifully, perfectfully perfect, wonderful angel temperature of 64ºF, but I got to do one of my favorite things which is be amongst people who were out enjoying themselves, the weather, and their friends. In Berlin and now here, this little realization was solidified. And now I got to be one that only observed in this joy but participated in it. Our other friend from SD, and another fellow Urban employee who is from SF came to join with her girlfriends. We chatted about her recent trip to Europe and how she got into the Berghain. (Still need to go back to attempt this feat). It was frickin nice man.
Quite possibly some of the best Rainier cherries I've ever had. We picked up some snacks at Whole Foods on the way over. Which soon realizing we didn't even really need to there were so many people there slanging their own food. One dude selling "hot pizzzza! ice cold beeeer!" just out of his own bags that kept the pizza hot and the beers cold. What a hu$tler man, goodonya. Some weird dude lugging around an igloo cooler full of drinks, literally hollered at an Erika Badhu-esque chick "Ya girrrl I'm hollerin atchu. Call me Steph Curry." WOW. Hahaha. And then essentially a Jewish dude with very, very long dreads selling coconut rum drinks out of actual coconuts he was hacking open with a machete. Seems safe. Lady in a velvet purple maxi skirt selling edibles (which actually looked legit. Fruit loop rice krispy???) and a little ice cream man with a push cart. Risked rolling an ankle down the hill chasin after him to get these bad boys:
Next up, Hayes Valley. Prob my new favorite district. Clean. Funky. Cool. I had posted a video of it on my story and said it reminded me a lot of Mitte in Berlin.
There were so many dogs here it was insane. There was a frenchie playing with an english bulldog and I was about to have a heart attack of cuteness overload.
Tried to order my basic liquid white girl and this Blue Bottle couldn't do it so I got something else the dude suggested and it was actually really good. Sipped on this and walked around the shops.
While slighty on the pricier side, you guys should check out this shop Azalea. They have a couple locations in the city but was told this one in Hayes was the best one. Really curated stuff and cool to look through.
Yet again this post is another long one. I'm tired and it's late so that means I'll end this one here which also means you got some more content to look forward to with another post. Stay tuned for bar hopping, Twin Peaks, and some french toast that may or may not have been worth a very long ass wait.