This last weekend in San Francisco, everything happened. I mean, everything. I cried because a boy didn't like me, I laughed, I danced in the streets, I bopped around with my cousin and his girl, I bumped into a Chicago friend on the street, I drank shitty corner store wine out of stolen coffee cups in the streets of The Mission with one of my favorite Evanstonians as we followed a troop of belly dancers in the Day of the Dead parade. I drank good wine with my New York/ European friends. I was fed oysters on oysters (foraged oyster mushrooms and local oysters). A long time Chicago facebook friend came to meet and visit. I am really starting to believe life is about the people in it, so be good to your people and keep them around and you'll be happy, I am sure.
I think I'll write about it here soon..or not, I am working a lot these days between my job and freelance.
Lot's of pictures to come!
xx