a place to lay my heart.

there's something about san francisco that makes me feel alive. maybe it's the intense feeling of possibility in such a small but impressive city. and the newish video from san francisco twosome, midi matilda, is yet another reason how (and why) the city by the bay elicits nothing but good vibes.

midi matilda - "day dreams"

-t

the place where i am not.

time lapse vids (like my love for this city) never get old. 

one day you'll be mine san fran. one day.

the city by wtk photography.

-t

im far gone with your long distance call.

a whirlwind weekend with the bester that was fueled by pounds of amazing food, deep fried treats, coffee shops, whiskey, cameos from old friends, strangers, art and walking. another beautiful weekend in the bay and i couldn't have asked for much more. till we meet again san francisco. as always, it was my pleasure.

thank you silverlake for the barrage of fireworks when i came home.

-t

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 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