Perfect weather to be tourists for a day in San Francisco. 

(side note: absolutely do not recommend the hop-on/hop-off tour we did via allsanfranciscotours.com. Our tour guides were weird and/or seemed to hate San Francisco, like, what.) 

Folsom Street Fair 2012 

I’m hungover, I somehow pulled a muscle in my arm, and I saw an above average number of asses today (above average for San Francisco, that is). Here is my day in a nutshell. 

Taste, Hayes Valley, San Francisco

Today was the first day in the last week that I didn’t feel like a fragile, little creature with lungs teetering on the edge of being coughed up. So naturally, I decided to take off my sweatpants (finally!), put on some makeup and do something with my life that didn’t involve sucking on cough drops and feeling sorry for myself. 

I met up with Marice at Taste, this really adorable tea shop a few blocks from my apartment. At Taste the tea is served using the Gongfu technique, which if you’re unfamiliar, is basically the most peaceful fucking way to drink tea ever. 

I highly recommend checking Taste out if you’re in Hayes Valley. It’s just this perfect little oasis where you can take off your shoes, nibble on homemade macarons and read. Oh, and did I mention they have free wi-fi? Always a selling point. 

This is what most of my days look like: a combination of cafes, chai, my journal, a book (on my iPad), and my roommates. But most of the time my roommates aren’t there. 

I walked 2.5 miles around San Francisco today. Sure, it’s a mundane and completely unimpressive statistic to share considering the fact that I have friends training for their second marathon right now, but also considering the no-exercise I receive on a daily basis, yeah, I’m going to go ahead and pat myself on the back. Just a small pat though, don’t worry, I’m not a total narcissist. 

On the walk back from the Castro, I passed through Alamo Square. Alamo Square and the infamous Painted Ladies are only a block away from my apartment, and there has not been a single occasion where I have walked through the park and not encountered at least a dozen tourists taking pictures on the hill directly across from the Painted Ladies. It’s cute and serves as just another reminder of how fortunate I am to live in such a beautiful city, where at any given time the population probably consists of 30% tourists, thinking that taking pictures in front of painted houses constitutes as a vacation. 

Oh, and have I mentioned that there are frequently walking tours through my neighborhood? I love San Francisco. 

And now I’m going to watch Annie Hall. Sunday Funday ftw.