I spent most of the weekend in the city with X. (Around here, "the city" is San Francisco. If you live somewhere other than the Bay Area, you probably still know what I mean, because don't the suburbs always refer to the closest metropolis as "the city"?) My camera came with me, which it usually doesn't. I'm on the fence about whether lugging it around was worth the hassle, but I know that the practice is good for me. Besides, how else could I properly demonstrate that we went to a noodle joint?
X's sunglasses in Chinatown, where we slurped dumpling soup before going to watch Come Drink with Me as part of CAAM Fest 2014.
Street art that I couldn't resist, encountered in the Mission:
Terrible angle, but such a sweet babe. I love her skeptical expression.
We strolled through Dolores Park in the interest of people-watching, and came across this abandoned bandana:
There was no bereft owner in sight, so I picked it up to stow in my purse. Who am I pass up free florals? I think X was a little horrified by that. Bless his heart.
X's trusty grey sneakers, which he wears everywhere, in an extremely dimlit restaurant:
Also his dark wash jeans which he doesn't believe in washing.
Car selfie, because I don't have enough of those already:
Daytime moonlight, although it looks like evening in the picture:
That's all. I hope you had a good weekend too!