One of the reasons I haven’t been blogging much this year is the amount of time that it takes to put something together that is actually worth saying. I’ve even tried to post more photos in order to not write as much, but posting photos is almost more of a task in and of itself. So I put it off. However, like laundry, you have to do it some time. You can only air clean a t-shirt so many times before it actually has to go through a washing machine, but that’s besides the point. Back to the purpose of this post: posting the mother of all photo blog posts while attempting to retain chronological integrity. The problem is that I can’t for the life of me remember in what particular order most of these events took place. Have you ever woken up one morning and said to yourself, “Damn, what happened last month?” Maybe you haven’t. Unfortunately, I just did. I’m glad I took pictures. Here’s my attempt at making sense of the ordeal.
It all started at Milk. I know that much for sure. It was packed as usual, but the music was on point.
Apollo was making sure the crowd was taken care with a round of champagne.
Ran into these guys, but then again, I can’t ever remember not running into these guys.
Fran and J-Billion held down the private supply for the stage crowd. Basically we were wrecked.
The next day was that one day a week in which we get to experience the sun in San Francisco. I took a picture to commemorate the moment.
I was feeling somewhat sentimental and decided to glorify my pedals and hubs in photographs.
Why? Because I’m a nerd like that.
While riding through Hayes Valley I met up with local sage Anthem.
A quick run in with Shorty Rockwell left me walking as my bike was commandeered.
Later that evening on the corner of Gough and Octavia, Irene and I stumbled across a make-shift living room set. Complete with couch, computer, rug, toaster with books, and an Ayn Rand book. Just so you can really make out the scene, I’ll brighten up the next image.
Really. Hilarious.
The next day started off with the weekly board of directors power lunch at Cha Cha Cha’s. The usual inebriation ensued.
We’re basically there for the sangria, I think the food is just a distraction. Clear the table please.
Many people believe it’s impossible to hate on more things than I, enter Joey. You guys were all wrong.
Cha Cha Cha t-shirts. Limited edition. $16 bucks. Don’t sleep.
The day continued with a cross-town bike ride ending at the Rebel 8 warehouse.
At the warehouse I learned that you’re never too old for prank phone calls. Here’s Josh, pictured while in the middle of a very complex four call prank.
On the way back I made a detour up a large hill, much to the chagrin of my aching legs and lungs, but I caught this dope view of sunny San Francisco in the process.
Sometime later that week it was another night of Hiro, Abdul and 821. Hiro stayed busy tapping his glass with his forefinger. He is fascinated by the strangest things.
Once again, Joey spreads love and warmth.
Onward to Madrone. Why? To prove it’s humanly possible to have this much fun.
Diana and Stephanie stopped by and tried to take a nice picture. I just ended up looking like a creep. Again.
Nick Nice held down the music with his imaginary records.
The next night I stopped by the Guardian’s “Best of the Bay” awards celebration at the De Young Museum. It was definitely an odd type of family affair, with artwork, bands, tranvestites, the girls from The Lusty Lady, and face painting for the kids.
This band played some form of polka/funk/spanish something, but had the entire room, from toddlers to the elderly dancing. I told you it was weird party.
An perturbed looking J Boogie followed up the band’s set.
On my way out I caught yet another shot of the beautiful summer sky.
In San Francisco, we sometimes like to get together between the months of June and August, hang out on rooftops and pretend that it’s nice out.
We do a fairly good job of it. I’ll post a little video from this party in a couple days.
Next day off I caught up with two of my old friends/roommates and had lunch at Sunflower in the Mission. If you’re looking for some good veggie Vietnamese, check this place out.
Followed up that evening watching weird stuff on a projector at a friends house. Someone was too tired to move, despite the giant numbers being flashed across her face.
This is just here to put Romeo on blast and to increase the amount of middle fingers on this page. Never enough, that’s what I always say.
Some random night I took this picture of four of my friends who all showed up wearing Casio watches. If the bikes that they all rode up on are any evidence at all, Casio watches are the new fixed gears.
This last weekend was the Jeremy Fish opening at White Walls. These are some of my favorite pieces on display.
Once again I run into the world wide webfamous Deesto.
…and Stephanie. This time I don’t look like a creep as much as I look like an idiot.
Even Duckie from “Pretty in Pink” stopped by. The place was packed.
I just had to throw this one in for the hell of it. Pam hasn’t been in any pictures yet, despite her attendance at quite a few of the nights pictured in this post.
And this is how broke people end the night at Edinburgh Castle.
Yesterday morning Joel came through. This picture is to mark his second official appearance on his company’s blog. Someone obviously hasn’t been partying hard enough.
I think that’s it.
