San Francisco! Ehhhhhh!

 

Friday night at Amber

We still love buttcracks. Really.
She also loved buttcracks. And Annie.
James and his SF buddy who looks like Peter from Rose's Turn.
James and Jake discussing serious matters at Amber.
Matt, pissed that some dude totally stole his seat, and Christian.
Acting cool (or trying?) on the sidewalk.

 

Golden Gate Bridge

Driving on the bridge! Looking ahead and behind.
Awww. So lovely.
I took the color out and played with the lighting so it looks like it's 1930 or something.
The cliff we stood on -- view to the right. My camera somehow made everything pink. Looks kind of cool.
J squared
GSFs
Jake took this one diagonally. How artistic.
Some intense consulting, before deciding to make the...
Inexplicable GSF pyramid. It seemed like such a good idea.

 

More Saturday shots

Our awesome rental car. "Where's Grandma?"
Is this a (gasp) gay neighborhood?
The view from the Twin Peaks lookout area.
James, Matt, and the blue telescope-y thing that tried to suck the life from James.
I became obsessed with the hilly streets and how cars had to park at a tilt.
I have no idea why I would take this. Because it says New York?
For some reason, I loudly demanded these tourists' e-mail addresses after taking their photo.
That's hot on Haight St.
Everyone looks better in my sunglasses.
Loved this wall mural... and this double-duty Pride/U.S. flag
Cool shot from Jake's neighborhood... and another.
Inching slowly down the ultra-curvy Lombard Street.
A cool blue building ... Pretty diagonal cascade... Two cute houses... More houses

Addendum, Saturday

And what would my very first trip to CA without my very first trip to In-N-Out?
I like the Hooters sign as a complement. But what would the God-fearing burgersters think about that? Let's ask the cup (the gospel section John:TKTK is printed on the bottom). And much like its burgers, In-N-Out is chock-full of thugged-out customers whose Quality You Can Taste.

Napa Valley on Sunday, a.k.a. the best day of my life.

James ponders existence, and wine, on the drive there. (Note the thumb.)
One word: Why? I am seriously at a loss.
Ah, wine tasting. How could I not have taken a picture of our illustrious salesman?
James smiles as the wine, cheese and baguette picnic is laid out for him.
After that, Jake got a little punchy and even dragged an innocent pen into it.
Then everything was simply humorous.
Then everyone peed while I pondered existence, and wine. (Note the thumb.)
You guys, the Black Hole, a.k.a. Bag of Unusual Size (BOUS), is not that big.
Unless you zoom in on it.
On a sidenote, James is so jealous of my various purple bags. Is he imitating me?
Pretty Napa house and field.
OMG! You take my picture and I'll take yours!
Later that night... sushi. Annie taking photos of food? No way!
We went here. Then stood outside. Here's James and Karen #1.

 

Monday: Berkeley and BART

Sorry, guys. I must not have taken any campus pictures of us getting absolutely fucking poured on. Oops, did I say us? I had an umbrella and did not get wet at all! I meant you.
Cute, old-fashioned theater
I like what someone wrote on the news thing.
That's the extent of my scenic photos. Here's the bar we went to, Jupiter.
Hooray for drinking due to rain!
Then James said "Act goofy!" and of course my first instinct was to eat something.
Drinking something is always a close second.
James took this one of me taking this one! See how that works? I know it's complicated.
James prepares to show Darth the art of his BART dance...
Is this onlooker admiring the dancers or the photographer?
This pose is just really unattractive. As is the hole in my jacket lining. Not to mention the color of the lining. Jesus.
And here's another "Annie, WTF?" shot to round out the group.
This wasn't on Sunday, but it was on the BART.
Am I making an effort to look haughty or is this how I always look?
The wall at Amoeba Records on Haight.
Matt's shots of Haight-Ashbury...
...and of James and Jake on the hookah. The one of me is nasty and being censored.

 

Tuesday: Around the apartment

Matt playing deejay.
Speaking of unattractive poses. You can see his back pockets!
I tried to murder Nugget with a hairdryer.
But he ended up loving the thing.
Like McDonald's, Nugget's Lovin' It.
And then James wouldn't stop taking picture after picture of me drying my hair.
Put the fucking camera down! My haircut looks like a triangle.
Nugget's triangle is so much cooler.
This is from NYC and has no place in this category, but here's a tribute to my favorite canine.

 

To Squat and Gobble, With Love

Speaking of tributes. Here's the beloved breakfast spot, the Squat and Gobble (I just typed "Google" and had to go back. Such a loser.) in which we ate four consecutive breakfasts. Why, oh why, did I not get a pic of the Blond Jason Bateman who gave us confused stares each morning? That really would have solidified the trip for me.
Meal #1: Lox/capers/tomatoes-infused omelette.
Darth and James planning out the day with some powerfully solemn silence.
Meal #2: Coming Soon! James took the photo of this nutella crepe-tastic triumph.
Meal #3: Chicken/pesto/sun-dried tomatoes/etc. crepe with fruit salad. Mmm. James is eating so fast that his hand is blurry.
The Last Breakfast: Can't go wrong with the South of the Border order. Please note the obligatory "It's our last day here!" side of flapjacks.