Did you know that there are places in the world... hell, places in CALIFORNIA where you can get busted for smoking weed? I know. It blows my mind too. So, in honor of living in the greatest place on earth, we lit up at Yerba Buena Gardens. It was only appropriate.
It was also beautiful and good.
And then we ran into some Stormtroopers.
It was pretty fucking surreal. We took pics with them & I kept giggling & saying "oh mah gahhhhhhd this is so awesome so awesome why are you guys here this is so crazy man!"
Apparently, there are some Stormtrooper-worthy smoothies to be had at the Metreon.
And then at the end of the night, my bag which I bought the last time I went to upstate NY with the ex, suddenly broke. The metal clasps snapped as I lit my last cigarette, and my bag fell to the ground. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation - it just seemed very symbolic. I told myself earlier this week that I needed to donate a lot of stuff and get rid of bad juju. And let's be honest, it's nice to have a legitimate excuse to shop more. The universe agrees with me.
Looking back I realize that I've never had a bag break on me before. But it was only appropriate.