everyone is an unreliable narrator.

we ate, we saw, we conquered. thank you seattle. thank you jenn. thank you new friends and damn you seagrams 7.

#fbfw

and under no circumstances, should you ever utter the phrase "i wanna hang out with you in my panties". one of us, hilariously learned the hard way. 

-t

off to seattle to cause some trouble for a few days. BRB dear blog.

i took a sip of something poison but i hold on tight.

back in 2007 i was in drunk in san francisco and answered my phone around midnight. my best friend was calling cause she was upset but i couldn't talk. i drunkenly promised her that when i got back we could chat and that the next weekend i would take her wherever she wanted to go to get her mind off whatever was bothering her. 

the next morning she called me back and said "i know where i wanna go". i had no idea what she was talking about. she reminded me of the convo from the previous night and all i could say was, "OHHHHHHHHH". the next weekend, i held up my end of the bargain and we took a road trip back to the bay. 

i always said she owed me a trip whenever i wanted as well. fast forward a few years and an ill-conceived trip to seattle has now turned into a july fourth SF adventure. it's pretty much been a year since i went north via greyhound and watched the fireworks from the bay bridge, so here's to a trip four years in the making.

-t

i'm on a 24 hour, champagne diet.

even just a 45 minute drive from los angeles, can feel like a million miles away. after checking out my favorite dj, nosaj thing, murder his mad decent block party set, i ended up in the beachside town of oxnard.

the events that happened within the last 30 hours were perhaps the most random and hilarious of the summer. it also reminded me, that sometimes a few drinks and dumbshit inside jokes are necessary for a successful adventure.

mister ray ray,

t

i'll take second place, just to end the race.

long story short, i was lured to oregon under false pretenses. what was supposed to be a trip based around the city of portland, crashing in free hotels (or friend's houses) and an altogether exploration of downtowns, bars, boutiques and ace coffee shops...in reality, ended up to be a lesson of survival in a forest on the outskirts of salem.

while i was completely ill prepared for camping and the 40 degree nights, i did learn that when push comes to fucking shove, my ability to not complain under a variety of headscratching circumstances, will one day make me valuable.

so i was trapped in the woods with nothing but hippies, ravers and vegans. but it was home for a few, hazy and interesting days. thanks for the memories oregon!

"it all catches up with you"
-t

i've always felt so scared of all this needing.

the beauty about funemployment/freelancing, is free time. when you're relegated to a desk for 8+ hours, it doesn't leave much for yourself. and it's virtually impossible to see anyone during the daylight hours on a weekday.

luckily, i've been able to catch up with a variety of folks in both the daytime and late night hours and it feels good to reconnect and make human contact. an @reply via twitter or a wall comment just aren't the same as breaking bread together or actually watching someone laugh at the exact same time you are.

with that said, rent has been paid for july and after a much needed bay area adventure 2 weeks ago, it's time to explore some unknown territory with some familiar faces. so im off to trailblaze in portland, OR for a few days with a select few from my hollow drum. my beat-minded friends, TEEBS, YUK and free the robots are all performing at the emrg + n + see festival this weekend.

so dear blog, i hope that you miss me a little when im gone.

-t

i live for the nights that i can’t remember, with the people that i won’t forget.

ever since i was 18 years old, ive harbored an intense love affair with san francisco. the more i come and go, the city always feels like home.

day four consisted of good food, strong drinks, even better conversations and temporary goodbyes. the bus back to LA left at 11pm and i watched fireworks from the bay bridge. one stop in coalinga led to a hilarious invite to a motel 6 from an older, drunk gentleman. watched the sunrise over los angeles and was glad i survived the weekend's antics.

super beat,

t

im the hero of this story i don't need to be saved.

day 3:
woke up a resident of hangovertown,usa.
vietnamese sammy.
a shot of espresso (a crappy one at that).
a can of v8.
finally met up with the elusive yet eloquent joraynee!
2 rounds at lefty's in union square.
the best futon conversation of all time between me and the little one_.
a voyage to get even more cheap vodka and four loko.
a trip to the mission got hi-jacked to a closer voyage to polk street with sergio and ron.
frreeeee drinks at vertigo for days.
a surprising trek home to an awaiting bowl of spaghetti-os.

-t

the architecture of happiness.

day 2:

financial district.

chipotle.

70 to golden gate bridge.

fort point.

such a beautiful day to be outside.

wind for days.

fillmore street.

thai food.

marc jacobs store.

shotwell.

my phone had a heartattack and i lost all of my emails.

medium latte.

another shower.

8 blocks down bush street to see my beloved jeff legend.

his friend luis is my kindred spirit.

uffie dance party.

headdresses, grey goose, abracadabra and excused beauty.

walking home at 4am talking to dr. clairflower on the phone.

not being able to figure out which apt these keys can open.

success and finally sleep.

day three lets go!

t

just make it right, make it perfect and real.

greetings from san francisco!

day 1:

after surviving the world's longest bus ride, all i wanted was a latte and a shower.

carne asade quesadilla.

bum raps in my face while spilling gin and juice on my shoe.

sf courthouse.

castro.

2 beers and dolores park for days.

dinner in chinatown.

cheap ass russian vodka.

a round at tunnel top.

a few more at new delhi.

drunk dials.

jack.

sleep aid.

on to the next day.

-t