The San Francisco Adventure


Jan
11
2009

Neither Of These Things Is Much Like The Other

So hey, do you remember about a year and a half ago when my mum was visiting me in San Francisco and she was out walking and some sleazy guy called to her as she was passing "have you been adorable all your life?", except she didn't hear him properly and thought he was insulting her and saying "have you been a doughboy all your life?" Do you remember that? Well, remember that you remember that, because it's going to come in handy in a minute.

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Dec
09
2008

Friends Don't Let Friends Wear Appliqued Vests

So I was going to make this post a Bad Decision Tuesday, because a) I figured we were due for one of those, and b) I found an awesome stash of pictures featuring my dinner-plate-sized glasses the other day, as well as another one I plan to turn into a photo essay soon entitled That Year I Dressed Like a Dude. But then I realized hey, who needs a Bad Decision Tuesday featuring terrible fashion choices from the past when I could just write a regular old blog post featuring terrible fashion choices from the party I just got home from fifteen minutes ago? 

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Sep
28
2008

Wishing You A Lifetime Of Wedgies, Whoever You May Be

I think we can all agree that witnessing a man taking a crap in public---right there on the street, a mere two blocks from your house---is likely to put a damper on anyone's afternoon. And yes, this is an entirely true story. However, when witnessing a man taking a crap in public is not the most disturbing thing that happens to you all day: well, then you've got a problem.

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Sep
01
2008

No Case Of the Mondays For Me

How was your Labor Day weekend? Mine was rather nice actually, mostly because it involved a lot of eating. Well, eating and drinking, I suppose, with some light shopping and hammock-lounging thrown in, and come to think of it, those four things are, like, my four favorite things in the world, so actually it was a very good Labor Day weekend indeed. If only a loincloth-wearing George Clooney had been present for the eating or drinking or hammock-lounging (not the shopping, that might have been weird), I'd say it would have been perfect.

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