So, on our first real day in SF, Muffin and I decided to walk down to the legendary Castro and see if it was just that gay. (Psst... it wasn't.)
WHY CAN'T WE GO SOMEWHERE WITHOUT SEEING SOMETHING THAT SAYS HOLLYWOOD? First Vancouver now Frisco!
Look, everybody! Sluts!
SFs homeless problem is so bad they have random toilets in the streets. And you people complain about LA...
TEA AND CAKE!!!!!
NEW INK! Muffin's first ink, in fact. He signed away his soul at my behest.
Our wonderful tattooist, Kevin at Coldsteel. Thanks Kevin!!!
The coolest picture ever.
This is me totally not contemplating what my parents will think. Sorry Mom! I love you!
Cake! Meow!
Nothing better than bloody hearts...
Tin can ride!
We had dinner at Vignette prior to going to see Lestat, the musical. (It sucks as bad as it sounds.) And in this super nice restaurant... there was a spork! Uh.... wtf?
And then we made our appearance at Bondage-a-go-go. Wow, did that suck. But hey, we look hot. And Muffin has Tea.
And I have Cake!
MEOW!