Party Like Giants
So last night after the Giants set it the fuck off, I followed suit. Here are some photos and words of my walk home from Downtown SF.
You ain't Bob Ross.
This old timer had it coming.
I've been to Custom Burger before. It's tasty, but way too many options for me. I'm OCD and have difficulties making food decisions. Me and a menu is like listening to a rich teenage girl talk about how hard life is. It's just painful.
If you're going to call your hotel good, you might as well just call it great, amazing, or the best. It all adds up to, I don't believe you.
Looked across the street and I was dumbfounded. Americania!? What does that even mean?
Nice one.
No clue what I was doing here.
Is $6.20 a good price for Ports?
I've only dreamt about a royal restroom. To see it in person is a life changer.
Finally made it to City Hall.
Smoked more and drank more right on the front steps. Shout out to Gavin.
Real Frisco locals.
Yes sir.
Woke up fucked up and stumbled down the block for some breakfast just before making this blog.
Happy Friday! Tonight we do it again!