sisterhood of the traveling pants 3
yesterday, xander and i put george, his roommate's pitbull, into doggie prison so we could spend the night in san francisco.
we drove down highway 1 where it was a little overcast and misty, but beautiful in a way that i can't describe and i obviously couldn't capture with a camera while driving.
we stopped by daly city to eat at a great place called banana island, where we split a fried tilapia, then headed to concord to meet up with ian and his dad at black diamond brewery for a tour and tasting. if you're ever in bev mo, i highly recommend buying a case of their blonde beer. the weird thing about the brewery tour was that the inside didn't look too different from the inside of genentech. everyone was cool and everything i learned about how to make beer i pretty much drank away.
early in the evening, we drove back to sf and got to the stratford hotel, which is right near all the shopping on market, and looked like the hotel for the shining. i tried several times to throw myself out the window, but it only opened up 5 inches. pictures soon to follow.
after stuffing my bra, pictures to follow, xander and i met up with his friend david to go to a nice spot called hole in the wall. drinks later, we wandered to a fine san francisco establishment called stud for a tuesday night tradition called "tranny shack." now, i have had MANY glory stories involving drag queens and trannies, who i consider my "power-animal," but the shit that i witnessed that night pretty much topped everything else - including seeing all kinds of taint-pussy. i watched a drag queen SLOWLY PULL AN AMERICAN FLAG OUT OF HER ASS WHILE LIP-SINGING TO THE STAR-SPANGELED BANNER BY LEANN RIMES. A FLAG. OUT OF HER ASS. A FLAG. then we got super shitty and danced until we could dance no more.
this morning we did some shopping and then had some amazing fucking bbq from minnie's. then we were on our way back to santa cruz, but not before stoppingg by a STRAW MAZE. pictures to follow.
we drove down highway 1 where it was a little overcast and misty, but beautiful in a way that i can't describe and i obviously couldn't capture with a camera while driving.
we stopped by daly city to eat at a great place called banana island, where we split a fried tilapia, then headed to concord to meet up with ian and his dad at black diamond brewery for a tour and tasting. if you're ever in bev mo, i highly recommend buying a case of their blonde beer. the weird thing about the brewery tour was that the inside didn't look too different from the inside of genentech. everyone was cool and everything i learned about how to make beer i pretty much drank away.
early in the evening, we drove back to sf and got to the stratford hotel, which is right near all the shopping on market, and looked like the hotel for the shining. i tried several times to throw myself out the window, but it only opened up 5 inches. pictures soon to follow.
after stuffing my bra, pictures to follow, xander and i met up with his friend david to go to a nice spot called hole in the wall. drinks later, we wandered to a fine san francisco establishment called stud for a tuesday night tradition called "tranny shack." now, i have had MANY glory stories involving drag queens and trannies, who i consider my "power-animal," but the shit that i witnessed that night pretty much topped everything else - including seeing all kinds of taint-pussy. i watched a drag queen SLOWLY PULL AN AMERICAN FLAG OUT OF HER ASS WHILE LIP-SINGING TO THE STAR-SPANGELED BANNER BY LEANN RIMES. A FLAG. OUT OF HER ASS. A FLAG. then we got super shitty and danced until we could dance no more.
this morning we did some shopping and then had some amazing fucking bbq from minnie's. then we were on our way back to santa cruz, but not before stoppingg by a STRAW MAZE. pictures to follow.