The last three days in San Francisco were utter, joyful madness. Dozens of events happen every month in San Francisco, which is how my husband and I survived our both-working-part-time-minimum-wage-jobs time here without bitterness. There’s always something happening, and often times it’s free.
Occasionally, everything happens at the same time.
In 60 hours, I ate lunch with a friend in Union Square, was awed by Florence + The Machine in concert, watched the Blue Angels zoom overhead for Fleet Week, crashed a Standford alum rooftop party, cheered at the America’s Cup sailing races, and met a fellow SF fashion blogger for breakfast. Even with all that, I missed chances to hippie out at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass and explore the wonder of Castro Street fair. When people ask me why I live in San Francisco (“I hear it’s just SO expensive!”), I will direct them to this paragraph.
I’ll show you more details about what I wore later on this week (could I ever resist?), but for now, here’s where I went.
The new-ish Forever 21 on Stockton is amazing and unrecognizable from its chaotic Powell Street counterpart.
What I looked at while I ate lunch with a friend at Baladie Cafe on Pine & Kearny. San Francisco architecture never gets old.
I love watching the fog roll in from the west.
Absolutely amazing show.
Perfect day to watch military planes zoom overhead and peer down onto the people-watching parade below.
On the rooftop with The Husband.
I hope that your Monday is off to a good start! Any stories from the weekend?