TTFNSF, Ta Ta For Now, San Fran!
27 Jun 2011 1 Comment
in Friends, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: Friends, going home, life experiences, moving, new adventures, Oklahoma, san francisco
San Francisco, it’s been real. As I sit here on my flight from SFO to OKC, With my 6 50-pound bags checked below, and my 3-pound dog in her carrier at my feet, I cant help but feel a little apprehensive. I am leaving an amazing city behind, where I have made amazing friends who helped me forge some amazing memories. But I sigh in relief knowing that all I’m really leaving is the city, because my friends are very much a part of me, and the memories engrained in my soul–and I know the city will always be there, ready to welcome me back with its weird, accepting arms the second I decide I’ve been away too long. I smile at the thought of being able to spend quality time with my family and friends that I left behind in Oklahoma, I feel my stomach knot with anticipations about what the future holds, I squirm with excitement knowing that whatever it is, it will be an adventure.
One of my newest friends, Jeremiah, and I were having a conversation a few days ago about our favorite books, and books that change your perspective, books that give your life new meaning, but mostly books that I should read. He suggested that I read The Prophet, and so I did. In one day (not due to my superb reading skills, which are superb—it’s just pretty short). I started it and couldn’t put it down. Right from the beginning it spoke to me:
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.
Yet I cannot tarry longer.
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.
For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.
Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.
And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
As I fly toward my future, I am making plans for world travels, for law school, and for new adventures. But I fly with a renewed awareness that every day needs to be relished in its beauty, every moment needs to be seized, and memories need to be made; appreciate the time you have, the time you’re in, and the people you’re in the now with, for tomorrow it will be a new day, and today gone forever.
Roofdecks, Creeks and Ponds, Airplanes, New Crews, a Blogging Dog, Football, and Why I Love Weekends
20 Oct 2010 1 Comment
in Football, Love This!, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: bbq, blue angels, cal bears, fleet week, fleet week 2010, football, fun, roofdeck, san francisco, stanford, ucla, usc
One of my favorite things about living in this city is the endless list of things to do, at any time, on any night. I grew up in the town that invented boredom … so I’m pretty psyched that the only time I get to be bored is when I choose to be.
Pond Creek, Oklahoma folks. The most exciting thing here is the sky.
But choosing to be bored is more like relaxing … so I am literally never bored. And not only are there a ton of things to do, there are a ton of AWESOME things to do.
Case in point: The weekend of October 9th and 10th.
Saturday was obviously occupied with college football, and since my beloved Sooners had a bye, I thought I would show some Pac-10 schools some love. And by some, I mean 4 (even though I officially hate UCLA because of this weekend—or at least their fans). The day started with a little saunter across the Bay to my old haunt, Berkeley, where we watched the Cal Bears destroy the UCLA Bruins … courtesy of the awesome Lien family (thanks guys!).
The weather was gorgeous and so I thought it would be stupid to pass up the offer to roll down south to Palo Alto and cheer on Lori’s Trojans who were playing Stanford. Even though Stanford ended up beating USC, it was still an awesome game and I had tons of fun. And I got to see the Stanford campus which is pretty incredible. OH. And I got to eat In-N-Out. And ride in a car that wasn’t a taxi, which is always a treat. So, all in all, a pretty solid Saturday.
On Sunday, I woke up, took a book and my trusty steed to Duboce Park, and lay in the sun reading for a couple hours. Then I got the call from Kathryn. Fleet week and roofdeck BBQing were ON! So I rounded up Lola, and headed to Nob Hill for some prime viewing of frickin’ awesome aeronautical stunts.
The City by the Bay, Californ-I-A.
The awesome view from Kristen's roofdeck.
Lola and I sat on Kristen’s fabulous roofdeck with our new “crew,” ate hot dogs and grapes, and watched the skies in amazement. Check it out:
Kristen, Me, Ben, Kathryn
The Roofdeck Crew
Blue Angels!
And, okay, I don’t know about you … but this seriously freaked me out:
Phew! So glad nothing bad happened!
Then I finished up the day with some hot wings, beer, and Sunday Night Football.
Stay tuned for the next chapter, my most recent awesome weekend, in this book that is Nikki’s Awesome Weekends.
In case you missed it … Lola has a blog that she updates every day with either a picture or video of her cute self … and a Twitter, @thedailylola, where she tweets about what she blogs about … which are pictures and/or vidoes. Follow her to get your daily dose of cuteness.
Outside Lands, Goodies but Crazies, and Wine in Mouthwash Cups. Or a Freakin’ Awesome Weekend.
20 Aug 2010 1 Comment
in Crossing It Off, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: beer, concert, festival, food, golden gate park, Kings of Leon, music, Outside Lands, park, Pheonix, San Fran, san francisco, Wikipedia, wine
I’m sure that all of you San Franciscans know that this past weekend was Oustide Lands. And for those of you who don’t know, I’m getting really tired of directing you to Wikipedia … so here’s an excerpt for you … wouldn’t want you to hyper-extend your hyper-linking abilities (what? I don’t know … just go with it):
Outside Lands Main Stage
The Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival is a music festival held annually in San Francisco, California at Golden Gate Park. The first edition occurred August 22–24 in 2008, and included over 60 musical acts from around the world, as well as several art installations. The festival grounds included the Polo Field which was home to the Lands End Stage, the Speedway Meadow with Twin Peaks Stage and the Panhandle Stage, and finally the Lindley Meadow and the Sutro and Presido stages.
Kathryn and I
There aren’t a ton of huge music festivals in Oklahoma, which is why this was my first one ever, and. it. was. awesome. I didn’t know a ton of the bands that were there, but I have been listening to Bassnectar and Chromeo ever since I left.
I didn’t know exactly what to expect going into the weekend, but I did know that since it is San Francisco that I should count on some crazies. And I was not disappointed. And I might have even fallen into that category one or two times …
… Like on Saturday when Kathryn and I tried to sneak a camelbak full of vodka and Redbull into the gates by putting it in my pants, wait, that didn’t work, my side, nope, my back? Yeah. Strapped up under my bra, hunchback of fucking Notre Dame style. Then we realized that they were patting people down … and that they were watching us the whole time we were trying to shove something the size of an infant down my pants. Sooo we just had to chug as much as we could then pour our potion onto the ground.
… Then whilst watching Gogol Bordello, we almost got trampled to death by the one person stampede that was some bat-shit crazy girl dancing in front of us whose appearance oddly resembled that of a lion.
… And the guy who was blasted out of his mind, aggressively fisting the air during Bassnectar … I caught an elbow to the throat, it was pretty neat.
… Then when this exchange took place: Kathryn says to some dude, “Hey, good job!” He looks at her, perplexed. Pause. Awkwardness. A look of comprehension crosses Kathryn’s face and she says with a very apologetic look on her face, “Oh … sorrryyyyy, I thought you were in the band …” and then walks off.
… Or when Kathryn was like, “What is in my pockets?” And she pulled out her pockets and they were completely full of grass.
… Or when we ordered our 5th round of $7 wine (the glasses were literally the size of mouthwash cups you get from the god damn dentist) and I handed the guy a dollar and said, “Is this enough?” He, apparently, did not think it was funny, but we thought it was pretty hysterical. So hysterical in fact, that 2 minutes later when we were ready for another glass of wine (hey … they were really fucking tiny glasses), Kathryn said the exact same thing to a lady at a different booth. Her response was a little more lighthearted than the previous gentleman’s, but she was still not totally amused. We were.
… Oh and then there was the guy who thought it was a good idea to bring his 4-year-old kid to a god damn concert. Great parenting skills right there. I can only imagine what that little girl’s future holds.
Actually, I think it looks something like this:
Two words: Role model.
… And then it was only fitting to experience the most intense encounter with crazy at the very end of the festival. This is when we met crazy violent body odor girl with wax balls in her mouth … oh and she wasn’t wearing pants. She elbowed me out of the way so she could unfold her chair, proceed to stand in it, and flip everyone off for five minutes. I could continue to describe this scene … but I hear that a picture is worth a thousand words.
There are no words.
Balls in mouth? Check. Goggles? Check. Thong? Check.
Oh … and p.s., I was severely inebriated the entire weekend in which these stories took place … so might I suggest that if you didn’t think that these stories were at all funny to go get shit faced, and then come read my blog. I bet it would help.
Check out more pics on my Flickr page or my Facebook page!
Sweating Balls, Funny Farts, and Putting Body Parts in Unnatural Positions. Or Yoga. And Derogatory Adjectives.
12 Aug 2010 5 Comments
in Athletic Triumphs, New Adventures, Things I Learn from Wikipedia Tags: Birkam yoga, karma, Lululemon, new adventures, san francisco, the mission, Vespa, yoga, zen
I have a new addiction, and that addiction is Bikram Yoga.
If you don’t know what Bikram yoga is, let me enlighten you: Bikram yoga classes are 90 minutes long, during which, you perform 26 postures in a room that is heated to 105 degrees with a humidity of 40 percent. It’s also known at hot yoga, for obvious reasons. And you sweat your balls off. Not kidding. Sweat will be pouring from your body like it’s nobody’s business. And sometimes you kind of feel like you’re going to pass the fuck out, but that’s totally normal.
I had done Bikram a couple of times before I signed up for a month of unlimited classes, and thought it was pretty awesome, but didn’t end up going consistently. But that is not the case this time. I am hooked. I find myself planning my nights out around my yoga schedule … and (GASP!) even going to the 6:15 a.m. class before work sometimes. And if you know me, you will know how big of a deal that is. I love my sleep.
But ever since I have started going I have encountered things that are hilarious, not so zen, and downright alarming in the yoga classroom. Here are a few of my favorites:
The days when I show up to yoga and I am there because of my addiction, not necessarily because I want to be all zen and relaxed and all that bullshit. The class starts and I am calling the instructor every dirty word I can think of (in my head, obviously). How dare this biotch tell me to push harder, my god damn toe is coming out of the back of my head. I’ll push you harder. Those days are always fun.
The point in the class where I can feel a long hair clinging to my body somewhere and when I finally take the time to pull it from me, it is 3 feet long and pitch black. Clearly not mine. Ew.
The point in the class where I literally think that I am going to die from all the effort … and then the dude next to me rips ass. And I fall out of my pose, and laugh, and people give me dirty looks. Sorry for thinking farts are funny.
The point in the class where I’m standing with my legs spread and my head is in between my legs and I’m staring at the floor that is about a foot away, and the instructor says: “Roll forward, feel the stretch, touch your head to the floor. Touch your forehead to the flood. Touch. Your. Forehead. To. The. Floor.” I laugh. Never gonna happen.
The point in the class when I am standing with my face pressed into my shins and I am breathing really hard in and out my nose, and then I inhale the sweat that is now running up my face, and have to swallow it. That’s always a welcome and appetizing surprise. Not.
The morning that I drive my brand new Vespa to yoga and when I come outside after class, I realize that someone has backed into it, knocked it over, broken the light, and not left a note. I know, right? The DAY after I got it.
My new Vespa!
That same morning, I go home, park my broken Vespa, and as I am fumbling with my mail key, some douche-bag-ass-hole-mother-effing-cock-sucking-cum-gargling-prick steals my YOGA MAT out of my backpack. MY YOGA MAT! Who the fuck steals a yoga mat?! That is like the worst karmatic (yeah, I made it up, so what) thing you could possibly do.
What my pretty Lululemon yoga mat looked like ...
I hope that asshole breaks something while he’s trying to put his god damn forehead on MY yoga mat.
Namaste mother fucker.
P.S. SanFranciscoSooner.com now has a Facebook page! Go check it out!
The San Francisco Marathon, Knee Pain, and the Glorious Feeling of Finishing
04 Aug 2010 7 Comments
in Athletic Triumphs, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: 26.2 miles, dying, Golden Gate Bridge, marathon, pictures, really hard shit, running, san francisco, San Francisco Marathon, that's what she said, The Presidio
That’s what she said.
July 25th. A day that will live in infamy.
I can officially say that I am a marathoner. Which is a pretty awesome feeling if I do say so myself. I honestly didn’t think that I could/would do it … and around mile 14 when I realized that I was actually jealous of people running 13.1 miles, I knew that I would probably never do it again. But … never say never, right?
So here’s what went down:
July 24th: Laura (my friend from North Dakota who flew in to run it with me) and I go to the Runner’s Expo to pick up our bibs, shoe tags, and a bag full of goodies (of these goodies, my favorite was the razor burn cream … seems like a good thing to put in a marathoner’s goodie bag … right? no?) and of course to buy ourselves some t-shirts and shit.
And then we went to bed at 9:00 p.m.
July 25th: RACE DAY.
We get ready (I have massive nerves) and the taxi arrives to take us to our death at 4:55 a.m.
We stand in line for the Port-a-potties for about 35 minutes (yes, I went before … but we were an hour early … ) and then we hand off our bags to the bag check guy and walk toward the starting line.
(The actual race started at 5:30 a.m. but you sign up for start times based on your projected finish time, so Laura and I didn’t actually start until 6:02 a.m., in Wave 5.)
At 6:02 a.m. we cross the start line … it’s ON.
Laura and I are truckin’ along and around mile 3 we are running really well … a little under a 9 minute mile.
Mile 4: We see my parents taking pictures of us, we are all smiles and still really excited.
Mile 5: We start the ascent up to the Golden Gate Bridge, and I start thinking … holy fuck, I still have 21.2 miles to go.
Mile 7.6: Somewhere in the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge. You think this would be pretty and scenic and relaxing. No such thing. It’s 7:00 a.m. in San Francisco, in the “summer”, which means that it is misting, freezing balls, and foggy as fuck. Oh! And the ENTIRE first half of the bridge is an uphill climb. So really all you can see are the people kicking your ass on the way back across the bridge. But their faces don’t instill any confidence in me. Most of them read: why THE fuck did I sign up for this shit?! And then there are the crazy bastards that are trotting along, happy as pie. Assholes. Oh, my 7.6 mile split was 1:16:08 … good, 10 minute mile.
My parents took this, we weren't actually running into oncoming traffic.
Mile 10: Coming off the Golden Gate Bridge, continuing into the glorious hills that are the Presidio. Fuck the Presidio. The uphill climbs were killer on the thighs and calves, but the down hill is what was killing my knee and shins.
Mile 11: Started getting serious pain in the left knee, but still making really good time, even though I had to stop at an aid station to have them tape my knee.
Mile 13.1: 2:22:19 Half-Marathon time. Shoulda just stopped there. Knee is getting worse.
Mile 14: My knee gives a final stab, I stumble, Laura catches me, and I know that from here on out it’s gonna be a battle: me or the marathon, which one will finish the other? Only time will tell. Cue dramatic music. I tell Laura to save herself, to go on without me.
Mile 16: At this point, I am able to run for about three quarters of a mile until my knee gives way again, I stagger, limp to the side, and get my speedwalk on. I walk for about a tenth of a mile, then start sunning again. It’s a vicious cycle.
Mile 20: I am now in constant pain, and I run until I can’t take the pain anymore, start crying a little (don’t judge me, did you run the SF Marathon? Didn’t think so.), and then walk for a few minutes. It’s a very vicious cycle. Oh, p.s. at this point, I think: wow, I’ve made it 20 miles … that is farther than I have ever ran. OH MY SWEET JESUS I STILL HAVE 6.2 TO GO. Annie Tucker Morgan (oh, you don’t know who that is? Sucks to be you.) pops in my head and this is my only thought for the next 3 miles: Fuck this noise. FTN. FT Effin’ N.
Mile 23: Literally the worst pain I have ever been in … and my right knee and hip are starting to hurt from being favored for 11 miles. No big deal.
Mile 25: My right knee gives out. Yay! It’s a party now. My left knee was a sharp stabbing pain that I suspected was from the impact of running and would only be temporary. The right knee, on the other hand, was not. This shit feels serious. I am in extreme amounts of pain, but I am also EXTREMELY frustrated because my body is not tired. If I could get a new set of knees right now I’d sprint the rest of this beast.
The last 1.2 miles were the longest 1.2 miles of my life. Fa REAL, yo. But I had to finish. This son-of-a-bitch-cock-sucking-ass-mongrel of a course was not going to beat me. I was going to beat it.
And I did.
Hey, it might have taken me 5 hours 18 minutes and 19 seconds, but I finished it. And that is ALL that matters. And that I beat 1002 people. Yeah, so what if 4997 people beat me.
Me: 1, San Francisco Marathon: 0. Eat it.
Literally, eat it.
SoMa, Blackberry Apologies, and My New Relationship with Photography
20 Jul 2010 3 Comments
in New Adventures Tags: #calibersfpw071810, calibersf, exploring, graffiti art, new adventures, photography, pictures, san francisco, SoMa, SOMArts
Walking down the street something caught my eye, a growing epidemic that really ain’t is fly. Fa real, yo. There is one thing that I really love about SF that I have not experienced living anywhere else.
Graffiti art!
Every time I catch a glimpse of some creative graffiti art, two things happen.
1. I am jealous of these artists because I secretly wish that I could draw/paint/sketch/do anything artsy really well. Whoops. Cat’s out of the bag (Wtf does that saying even mean? Who puts a gd cat in a bag? Oh, do you mind if I let my cat out … she’s in my backpack … ).
2. I wish that I had an iPhone so that I could snap a picture of it and it not look like I took it on my Polaroid camera from the ’90s which is the product of my old, old, old, falling apart Blackberry … and I would like to take this time to apologize for the quality of pictures that have been published on this site thus far … I am planning on getting an iPhone soon … or maybe I will just keep my camera with me at all times … or maybe I will just keep uploading shitty pictures and you will have to get over it. God! Picture snobs!
Sooo in the spirit of wishing that I had a camera/didn’t have a shitty camera on me when I saw these cool works of art … I decided to go on a deliberate hunt for them and came prepared with my camera. The good one. Not the shitty Blackberry one.
I went on a Photowalk that was organized through CaliberSF and SOMArts with @Lauren_Hannah and it was SO much fun!
The photowalk took place in SoMa … and for all of you non-San Franciscans that read my blog (hi , mom) that is the area of town South of Market. Google it. There’s no time to explain. That’s what she said.
SoMa isn’t exactly the most beautiful part of SF … nor the safest ( at least it’s not the Tenderloin) … but wandering down an obscure alley and finding works of art like these sure make me want to see what other secrets can be discovered there … and just fyi, I don’t consider underpasses chock-full of bums and the faint/extremely strong smell of piss to be “secrets”.
Here are some of the pictures that I snapped on the walk:
Escape
Locked
Blossom
Sunnyside Up
Going Up
171
Getmoney
Drift
Unplug
Muni
I took a LOT of pictures, but for the sake of excessive scrolling and me not quite being able to figure out how to install a slide show yet … I will just let you go look at these, and the rest of them, on my Flickr page. But, as of right now … these are the only ones I have uploaded … there are definitely more to come! I will keep you posted!
I can’t wait to go on another photowalk and explore this glorious city!
Check out the pictures that Lauren took at TheOffBeatReport.com and check out all the pictures from everyone on the photowalk here!
Hard Alcohol, Wieners, and Funfetti Cookies. That’s How I Roll.
12 Jul 2010 8 Comments
in New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: 4th of july, adventures, drinking, first time, golden gate park, holiday, hot dogs, jell-o shots, mysterious stains, san francisco, weather, wieners
I learned a few things over the 4th of July holiday (I am going to start referring to “vacation” as “a holiday” like the English do, it sounds way cooler … anyway) here in San Francisco.
1. Don’t expect it to be nice and sunny and warm and fuzzy. Because it will not be. And you will be sad. Period. And actually, if you have time to go somewhere else that is going to be warm … you should probably go. I think that’s what a lot of people did. Probably smart. Because I am the jealous one hearing about all these sun-filled shenanigans that my friends were off doing while I took refuge under a random person’s comforter whilst wearing jeans and a hoodie in Golden Gate Park. Which brings me to my next point.
2. Don’t bring a comforter to a BBQ. Especially a black one. Specifically, a black one that has suspicious stains on it that the innocent cuddle-underers notice after being wrapped in it for 45 minutes. Not cool.
3. Jell-O shots are clutch. You already know this? Figures. It’s a perfect thing to bring to a BBQ if your cooking skills are abysmal and you don’t want to impose your concoctions on a group of innocent bystanders. Jell-O shots are pretttty hard to fuck up, and I am happy to say that I did not fuck them up. On the contrary, my j-shots were quite possibly almost maybe the best Jell-O shots I’ve ever tasted, basically. See:
Don't be concerned that I didn't even have to make room for this many Jell-O shots in my fridge.
4. When Safeway offers “Buy One Get Two Free” on wieners, always, ALWAYS take them up on it. You can never have too many wieners. That’s what she said.
5. Drinking a lot makes the weather more tolerable. Fact. That one is pretty self-explanatory.
6. Funfetti Cookies make the world go round, and the sunshine shine. You always know that there will be an abundance of savory foods at a BBQ … someone has to bring the sweet! And whoever does is a lifesaver. Ahem … I brought the sweet. And also, Funfetti Cookies are pretty hard to fuck up. I am thinking of starting a cookbook entitled Shit That Is Really Hard to Fuck Up … AND Tastes Great. Or Just OK, Depending on Your Standards.
7. Flip cup in the howling wind = FAIL. C’mon, seriously? Who thought that would be a good idea? The people who ended up with beer all over them. That’s who.
All in all, I think that my 4th of July weekend was a success. Lola and I had a great time hanging out with friends at Speedway Meadows in Golden Gate Park and I was reminded of my love for hot dogs which reminded me of my love of football which reminded me that football season is coming up and that it is one of my favorite times of year which reminded me that there will definitely be more BBQs to come which reminded me that I love America. And that I definitely need to get one of those tiny portable grills at Wal-Mart for $8. I think that would be an awesome thing to have. It sucks that the closest Wal-Mart is in Richmond … probably won’t be getting one anytime soon. Maybe I’ll order one online. OR maybe I’ll just continue to bring wieners, Jell-O shots, and cookies to the BBQ.
Happy Birthday America. You rock.
Rainbows, Unicorns, and Steel Erections, Oh My!
06 Jul 2010 3 Comments
in New Adventures Tags: backstreet boys, celebrations, gay, gay pride, san francisco, san francisco pride, street food
The thing that I love most about San Francisco isn’t the abundance of eateries, the Starbucks on every corner (okay, so that isn’t unique to SF … but I still love it), the bridges, the bay, the Embarcadero, the amazing clam chowder, all the fun things to do, the fact that there is so much to explore and discover … no, my favorite thing about this city is what makes this city truly amazing.
My favorite thing about San Francisco is the people.
The people here are so amazing. There are people from every walk of life: every ethnic background, every social class, every political affiliation … you can be exactly who you want to be and there will be a group of people who accept you and love you for who you are. And I think that characteristic is unique only to a handful of cities, and I am happy that I live in one of them.
Along with all the interesting and diverse people, there are equally interesting celebrations that take place in this city. And last weekend I got to experience San Francisco Pride.
I knew that Pride was going on all weekend and wanted to take my heterosexual self down to the celebrations … but I had moving to do. After a Sunday morning of moving and productiveness, it was shaping up to be a beautiful day (which is somewhat rare), so I decided to make the most of it, put further unpacking on hold, and wander into the festivities with Lola.
As Lola and I got closer, we could hear the crowds and the DJs and we were greeted on the outskirts of the celebration by this sidewalk sign:
This is going to be awesome!
We make our way through the crowd and I am just staring around at everything, taking it all in. This definitely isn’t something you would see in the South (or Midwest … whatever you want to call it). I am surprised that I didn’t see any protesters or people trying to save souls … which was nice. But what I did see … oh what I did see … well here, a picture is worth a thousand words:
There were girls walking around with baskets of (free) condoms and lube handing them out to people.
Enter the Fetish Zone. I didn't ... but if I did, I could have gotten demonstrations, samples, info, "& more" ... I wonder what that means?
Steel erection? Sounds about as fun as playing leap-frog with a unicorn ... maybe it's similar ... who knows? Someone. Probably. Unicorns exist.
When you love it enough to wear it ... there's a clothing line for that.
Some guy, all dressed up with somewhere to go.
These guys were awesome ... his sign says "My other horse is a Prius". And no, he's not wearing anything else. Why would he be?
"High-Bred Vehicle". Awesome. Love the creativity. And ballsy-ness. No pun intended.
Some very spirited soccer fans representing for the World Cup. They really liked Lola.
A close up of the rainbow/leopard print high-bred vehicle and his friend in the red wig.
All the people waiting to see The Backstreet Boys (they're apparently still a band ...you learn something new every day.) So, SO many people.
Never in my life have I experienced anything like it. And it was awesome! Next year I am going to make sure that I make it in time for the parade!
I can’t wait for the next big celebration in San Francisco. Street food, good music, and interesting people. Doesn’t get much better than that.
They said whaaa?!