Reclining On The Rooftop
Ah, vappu. This kicked off on Friday with heavy drinking, Finnish Mafia-style, at Sami and Lilli's in Noe Valley, and was kind of hard on some of the, er, international crowd. But come Sunday, also the Finnish Mafia was feeling the weight of the springtime celebration. At least I was. So we had a picnic on Matej and Petra's rooftop terrace in Duboce Triangle. Great food, and thank you, Jesus, for deck chairs!
The neighbor's cat joined our BBQ. We named it "Cat."
Mufti chilling out after grilling out, sort of 90's style.
A happy Matej.
This cabrón should always cook for us. Wait, he does!
More Slovenians: Damir, an Olympic swimmer (and the tallest guy Mufti has seen) joined us.
A trigger-happy Matej.
I know the feeling, Cat.
Allowed Full Use Of Lane
Joined the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition today, a paramilitary organization fighting for bike rights in the city. While not telling bikers to bang on them with U-locks, they do encourage people to rat out cars that are parked illegally. But seriously, it's nice to be part of a community on paper, too. One less car.
My other gun.
Vintage Shit
We stumbled on a new vintage store (sort of an oxymoron) on Valencia and 21st called Viracocha. Run by a relaxo dude named Jonathan (who bunks in a kind of an attic space in the back of the store), they have everything from huge wooden tables to red bath tubs to cool lamps and old vinyls. I hear they do some artsy stuff too, poetry and music and whatnot. Hey, it's all good.
Some really cool typewriters scattered around the store.
Scopin'.
Matches. Matches! Old school, see?
Some guy made this chair for his mother. Eh?