Halloween 2018

Out in the Castro last night Bevan (elephant) and I (giraffe) went. We began with food at Harvey’s and then made our way into Moby’s for a drink before bumping into and subsequently spending a good amount of minutes chatting with activist Cleve Jones at The Mix. Our evening ended in the Fillmore McDonald’s drive-thru where we procured, with a credit card, chicken nuggets (for me) and a bunless Filet-O-Fish (for he).

It's Castro, Bitch

Sid and I were roughhousing on the sidewalk outside of Hamburger Mary's in the Castro while waiting for a table to open up earlier tonight when our tomfoolery finally embarrassed Bevan enough that he sent us to the Levi's store a couple doors down to cool off. We were in there for maybe two minutes, perusing jeans and mostly behaving ourselves, before Sid strolled up to pay counter and asked the dual clerks behind it a question.

"Do you give makeovers here? Because this guy could really use one."

Then he pointed at me.

Both Levi's employees threw their heads back and laughed and thought Sid was just the most amazing thing ever and even though I would later force him to lick the display window of a supervisor candidate's headquarters in retaliation I'm still painfully aware that Sid got the best of me this time.

Congrats on the sick burn, Sid.

Ya jerk.

Cheers to Sixty-Three, B

Matthew and I took B out in the Castro to celebrate his latest trip around the sun tonight. Our first stop was Canela where the three of us gabbed and giggled while mainlining sangria and tapas. After that we hauled our slop-show to Botellón for post-dinner drinks. Now we're in a Lyft and B's regretting that third rosé slushie which means he had a v. good birthgay.