San Francisco has always been one of my favorite places to visit and revisit. I once declared it as “the only place in the West Coast that I like.” I know better now, but this wisdom doesn’t eclipse my love for the land of Ghirardelli, Haight Street, and that bearded Starbucks barista at Beach/Hyde that I kept on checking out in 2008. Ahem.
We stayed closer to Union Square than we had previously (we always used to stay further uphill!) so the “new” SFO took some time getting used to. My dad also pulled a back muscle back in Chicago, so for a while we/they couldn’t really go that far out and explore. Don’t worry, it got better.
San Francisco is so picturesque, I can’t even begin to explain how much I love how this city looks. This is the first Project Life layout I posted on my Instagram a few weeks ago. I think it might be one of my favorites, but it could also just be the succulents:
Again, San Francisco is just a good looking city. That’s probably why I love that spread so much. We did a bunch of things, which I will list down below, since that seems to be the easiest way to digest information these days:
We landed! Then we took the BART from the airport to Union Square, which is near our hotel. The MAC store on Powell was launching the Rocky Horror Picture Show collection! So kyot, but unfortunately, no photographs.
The first time we tried In-N-Out (Pier 39) was pretty horrific. We rode a cable car to Fisherman’s Wharf, because tourists. There were fireworks, though, so that was pretty.
We did laundry somewhere in Tenderloin… because we had no clue what Tenderloin was, lol. A vagrant asked if we had change at a coin laundromat—a question we couldn’t get out of!
My brother and I went, swiftly, to check out Hardly Strictly Bluegrass because Tweedy was playing. Agh, it was so pretty. We really didn’t know a lot of the people who were playing at the time (we missed Ryan Adams by two days, Built to Spill by a day, and so on and so forth…) but ugh, it was just so freaking pretty. We sat on a hill in Golden Gate Park, and there were so many dogs and babies! Despite the zombie horde, as you can see.
We mostly went around Union Square on the 6th. My sister and I went to Walgreens to get food and saw an altercation between a security guard and a man. He was threatening violence with a bag full of coins, okay. I know this sounds like a minor thing, but I do not often find myself in the midst of a violent argument.
My brother and I saw The Drums at the Great American Music Hall. Tickets were sold out but my brother found 2 at a pretty good price. On the way there, we saw a TOPLESS CAT FIGHT on the street. Then some broads duked it out ON THE ACTUAL DANCE FLOOR AT THE GAMH. I think it was during “How it Ended,” which pissed me off so much because I love that song, but I was trying not to get mauled!
And I had a beautiful Japanese bento box at Ebisu, then sidewalk coffee at La Boulange de Sunset near Golden Gate Park.
THEN. We rode the bus to the Golden Gate Bridge! I know it’s a tourist thang, but it’s still so pretty. I love foggy San Francisco.
My brother and I saw Sebadoh and Thurston Moore at the Great American Music Hall again. Two bands that are so great live. Ugh, not going to lie but I was super starstruck by Thurston Moore and Debbie Googe.
And because I want to keep this fairly bite-sized, I shall post about the other days shortly after this one. Hope you’re all still with me. :)