++ Started Friday night, in the Castro.
The streets and the sidewalks are typically pretty crowded.
Weather picked up again to a Californian spoiled January, in the high 50°s F.

Keep clear

++ Saturday morning was to kick it with the boys.
We had a little coffee, loads of food and bottomless drop coffee, then a little more coffee.
These shots are all at Flora Grubb, the coffee (a small kiosk) is by Ritual.  
Jerrold near 3rd. street, Bayview district.

 

++ Saturday night was to kick it with the ladies.
Pizza pies and pointillist paintings.
We got to enjoy a very late evening treat at deYoung, closing at midnight.
The exhibit ends this Tuesday, January 18th.
My absolute two favorites were Sargent’s “La Carmencita” and Henri Rousseau’s “War.”

Ragazze dining at Ragazza.

Departing the deYoung

++ Sunday was Rio’s alterego birthday party. A world full of 3D awesomeness. 

There were good peeps, portraits and markers, a KITTEH piñata and the best little super heroes. xxo♥meli 

Is it the weekend yet?! More fotos this week. I just gotta sit still.
For now this awesome capture from Saturday night, biking back with a bike expo posse, from the Cow palace into the Mission, then to Potrero Hill. 
After a long-day at working the bike cat-walk we were ready for some dinner and then well yes, partying some more —– here are my girls kLaw y KT on San José Ave.

♥These women +their bands, their powerful voices and a whole lot of sass totally rocked it — these are from 2 weekends ago (sept. 24-26th)

Free event at the deYoung, part of their Friday social events. Did you know? I didn’t. Here is more info and the list of events until November: Cultural Encounters at the de Young

Then before Diana and I walked away from the deYoung and to look for some dinner, we ran into mi Ramona, her snowball (her creamy white mixte) and her partner in bikey crime. We of course, were artfully directed by the lovely miz wheelright and took some photos in that relaxing open space area outside the deYoung.

Roseanne Cash, what a voice. And to finish the day off, Sharon Jones and her band finished the set at the Rooster stage like no other. Gave us rythm and got us all dancing. There are no pictures of her per se — we were a bit far from the stage and a very dark night at the park. But we sure had a blast.

Ely Guerra at the Independent
So happy to see her once again in the city. Magical. She is so AWESOME!
The independent now has 1 (or 2) new additional racks for a few months. We really appreciate that!

Wednesday morning
The weekend is not here yet.
I’m finishing the 2nd round of my early morning coffee, on this average sidewalk and admiring the espresso brown rings around the small ceramic cup. As I reach for my bag to look for my cellphone, I realized I forgot it, again. It’s probably charging.

The sun wants to sneak in between those pointy high ceilings that are particular to the lower haight, I see them from afar, and that sunshine wants to hit me right in the face for a second. Yes, the sun is there somewhere, just not here.

I need fog-friendly early morning sunglasses year round, and I wish I wore my big black round hat all the time as well and held a cigarrette in my hand so no one would come near me and at the same time fellow smokers do spark the same chit-chat constantly while sharing a lighter. It goes both ways.

I wish I had Kate’s kitchen ginger peach pancakes this morning. Damn those pancakes sound good right now, and I don’t even eat breakfast. I guess is all the roaming around.
For now, I’m already thinking more coffee is certainly needed and while I lean my bike against the wall that could spit back at you the smell of an overconcentrated perfume with scents of the early morning dog-piss. I overhear two guys talking about CSS, python and php. It is way too fucking early for this non-sense, and they need a good smack in the face. Shudddup. It is not even 8AM.

At 9:30AM for some reason I’m still thinking of those pancakes. Must be the fog and the lack of affection.

Looks pretty closed to me. Frenchie on Polk st.

The weather this weekend was gloomy and sunny at the same time. Depends on the neighborhood, you got a full exposure of the science of these multiple microclimate thing we got going on here, to the max. Got to kick it with young parents that my friends are (Ade + James), more bike rides and all the girl crew on Saturday. So, pretty chill weekend in the foggiest city of the bikeyniverse 😀

TGIF and the F stood for frenchie, food +fogggielicious.

Fine post-dinner late Friday evening at the orbit room with Ade and James.
Whiskey, live jazz music and a projected B/W film. Good times.

On Saturday I went to 3rd annual ♥Renegade Fair on Saturday for the 3rd time!!!
**awesome** hung out with the girls, met a ton of people – full on roundup coming this week!

Saturday evening dinner with friends.
This bike rack we all love, at π pizza on Valencia near 26th fits here 5 bikes, and had room for more.

After the pizza, stopped at Amnesia for some post-pizza spirits.
Live music is always a pleasant surprise, it wasso much fun.
This band rocked, I wrote their name somewhere. Her voice is badass.
*UPDATE*: Band name is definitely Con Brio [thanks ChasingTheMoon]

Then on Sunday, the annual craving for peach ginger cornmeal pancakes meliradar went off.
So ratta + i took care of that at Kate’s Kitchen in the Lower Haight.
I got to flirt with the waitress +we got a big heart on the check. awesome.

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+that is how the weekend went down
♥!!! xxo/meli