memorial day weekend/a few days away from home

(H&M jacket, secondhand tshirt, Topshop patent leather skinnies, Emma Cook for Topshop boots, Forever 21 bag)

I can't say the weather was too pleasant in San Francisco for our briefest of stays but when is it ever, right? Can always rely on seeing tourists in flip flops though. Our trip was nonstop. We stayed at my parent's house the first night after a long drive up the 101, barely catching my dad to hang out for a bit before he left for Japan the next morning. He and Colin get along to a degree that confounds me..sometimes I have to vacate the area while they sample obscure beers, unveil all kinds of embarrassing infantile photos, and threaten to disappear in a cloud of cigar smoke beneath his vintage rifle. Disturbing. We checked into our hotel on Nob Hill the next day after I did the requisite hunting for old clothes that suddenly seem interesting again (rasta crochet bikini, hooded robe-like sweater) and got a little crazy with the champagne and the iPod until receiving a call asking us to simmer down due to a couple noise complaints. Nice hotel = old people that go to sleep at 9:00. So he apologetically said anyway. Took to the streets bundled up, froze anyway, and were exposed to far more exercise than was necessary due to the almost 90 degree slopes surrounding in all directions. Hmm. Killer sushi at Sanraku, assorted smoothie drinks and peanut butter m&ms from the liquor store, and a hilariously failed attempt to decide on a bar that would be the most fun later put us right back where we started. Followed up with a breakfast at my favorite Curbside Cafe, it was essentially the perfectly imperfect night. I'll try to be back later in the summer, SF..