Hey, bloggy loggy ding dongs. I’ve had three Big Sticks and now, fueled by sugar at 10 o’clock at night, I’m blogging. Dieting is hard.

In this San Francisco Journey, we are just leaving the UC Berkeley campus. Here I am posed in front of the Hearst Gymnasium “for Women”. Lesbians! Lesbians! I didn’t see any lesbians. Too bad.

SNITCH!

We had a couple of hours to kill before we were supposed to meet up with family at my aunt’s house, so we decided to breeze over to Telegraph and check it out.

Do a little shopping, you know.

Unrelated to Berkeley and in real time, we might be camping again this weekend for the LAST TIME THIS YEAR (boo). Fingers crossed!

The ads for Cindy Sherman’s show were everywhere, and yes, we did go to it later in the week. Of course! I’ve been obsessed with Cindy since age 13.

Someone told us if we drove up to the top of a hill nearby we could see the entire bay, and they were right. What a gorgeous view!

“Ugh!” groaned the Boy when he saw this photo. “What’s going on with my hair? How could you let me go out like that?” Honestly, I didn’t even notice. We’ve been married for four years, dudes. It takes a lot.

Anyway, I mean, doesn’t his hair always kind of look like that?

Hey look, it’s the Golden Gate Bridge! No really.

Sigh, just a week ago I was in San Francisco. I miss it!

Hi!

Oop, that’s it. There’s 44225 Haight Ashbury photos coming up, I promise.