Academy of Art

Last night, I attended  the Pride Nightlife at the Academy with  a few friends in Golden Gate Park. The normal party is hosted every Thursday at the Academy, but taking SF Pride into consideration, this one was complete with Drag shows (with special guests from RuPaul's Drag Race). A few Kentucky Mules in, and I was having the time of my life because what does a gay love more than a cocktail hour at a bougie venue? We so klassy.



Between DOMA and San Francisco Pride, my life is in gay overload and I couldn't be happier. I am so proud to be me. Similar to how people are proud to be smart, tall, thin (don't ask me - I wouldn't know), or anything else, I would never ever change my sexual orientation. There isn't an insult anyone could throw at me that would make me ashamed of who I am or who I love. This week has helped solidify that. No offense, heteros, but like - being gay is kind of the best.


TMN STYLE: San Francisco Rain

Finally - some less than perfect weather. I literally never thought I'd say this, but 70 degrees, 0% humidity, and not a cloud in the sky can get a little boring after weeks of it at a time. With this rain, I've had a chance to bust out some rain gear, layer up, and enjoy some humidity (am I drunk?). 

Scarf: Haight Street thrift find
Jacket: J.Crew (similar here)
Shirt: Gap - Modern Oxford (Blue)
Jeans: Levi's 511



I've talked about this before. I have my friends, best friends, and people even closer than that. Then - I have my sissies, Matt (Puss) and Ryan. It's a weird relation that really is more of a family bond than a friendship. We've known each other for forever and there is (quite literally) nothing we don't know about each other.

While Matt was unavailable, Ryan treated himself to an SF visit after recently graduating from his Master's program at LSU. It was everything I wanted it to be, and I cannot type in words how absolutely incredible it felt to have him here. It's funny - we talk every single day, so it's not like we had to do any catching up to do. We both talked about how we've gained weight, but after that it was business as usual.

To say we were busy would be an understatement. Upon landing Thursday afternoon, we squeezed in as much SF sightseeing as someone could handle. On top of that, it was out every night, Dolores Park days, rooftop drinks, yummy dinner dates. As I assumed, all of my friends here instantly fell in love with him, and were just as sad to see him go as he was to leave. While he may not want to move here, I would still say that the trip was a success!



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Can you even? This is the outfit that Katherine wore the morning that we went to Plow for brunch. How could I not sneak a picture?



Hands down, Plow this is the best brunch spot I've been to since moving to San Francisco (and possibly ever). Located in Potrero Hill, this eatery, aesthetically,  is everything that I look for - light (with lots of whites), airy, sunny thanks to huge windows, patio seating, yet still cozy. I went with one of my besties, Katherine, and while we waited for an hour for a spot at the bar (to get a table it was even longer) my anticipation grew and grew. Let me tell you - Plow delivered.

What we ordered:
Spit: house made fresh walnut muffin
Me: Cold Smoked Salmon
Kat: Eggs Benedict with Salmon.

All three were EVERYTHING


Nautical Birthday

Okay - so this was amazing. 

Two friends, Lynn and Emily, hosted their birthday party together on a yacht this past Saturday and it was everything. There were about 30 of us in total (and in my opinion, 30 of some of the best people in this city). We set sail around noon and essentially booze-cruised around the Bay for five hours. I was a little under the weather, but even still it was a pretty perfect afternoon. The weather was in the high 70s with a great breeze, so you know I was living for it. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand time - I LOVE San Francisco.