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More and more and more sunshine. These were taken in a friend’s backyard. I’m standing in an empty fish pond and drinking a mocha from Martha & Bros., trying not to think about all the cocktails I foolishly consumed the night before, at both Mango and Cockblock, nor how I was still fighting a nasty summer cold.

M & I were waiting for them (“bcw” and Dr. Dyke, if you must know) to look after their kittens before we headed down to Jack London Square for the 2nd annual Eat Real Festival, an amazing weekend full of the greater SF Bay Area’s best street food carts, local beer and wine, entertainment and the most current, informative happenings in the world of slow food and sustainable eats.

This is FFAF’s 2nd year at the festival!

Wearing:

Levi’s Denim
Old Navy linen cami with pintucks
RVCA shirt w/ roll-up sleeves
Boots from Portland’s Rock n’ Rose
Bag by Emilie M.
Handmade necklace
Kenneth Cole sunglasses

It was a gorgeous day. We ate so much, we drank a lot, we all stripped down because it got so bloody hot, and we sat in the shade to watch the most incredible butcher contest I’ve ever seen before in my life (okay, so it was the only one I’ve ever seen). Another great year with the best friends at a superbly done event. GO OAKLAND!

Here are some fun pics from the day:

THE GOOD STUFF (brace yourselves, it’s PORK-O:

Sunday before last, we went to an epic brunch featuring an outstanding drag show at the Sir Francis Drake in San Francisco. This past Sunday, we went to an SF Giants vs. LA Dodgers ballgame, an exciting one, apparently, on account of the fact that the Giants were poised to sweep the Dodgers in the series. (I don’t speak baseball; forgive me any errors.)

On Saturday, however, M indulged my new lust for suspenders and bought me a pair of skinny ones from H&M, and I was dying to wear them. You know how it goes. (I am currently typing so speedily that M suspects I have Nasdaq trading windows open. I do not. Hello, the market’s closed. Except in Japan, but I’m so sure.)

So, yeah, this is what I wore to AT&T/PacBell Park. (Free drink for the first person to correctly name it, I really just can’t keep up.) One girl walking past literally squealed, pointed and exclaimed, “OOH, SUSPENDERS!” all gleefully. I felt more like a stable boy than anything else, but it was a really, really fun outfit to wear. Believe it or not, not a lick of what I’ve got on belongs to the tomboy. Not even the hat. That belongs to the petite, and it’s from Goorin Bros.

A girly girl in tomboy drag makes what?! I don’t know, but it was S U P E R.

Let’s break it down from head to toe!

Hat: Goorin Bros.
Suspenders: H&M
Shirt: RVCA
Trousers: RVCA
Boots: Lamica
Bag: Betsey Johnson
Sunglasses: Kenneth Cole

Last but not least, some pics from the day just for fun. The tomboy in her LA Dodgers garb, the consumption of cotton candy (do you know they come in flavors? I like blue the best, M prefers pink, how’s that for GENDERFUCKERY, yo), me feigning delight and excitement in a souvenir shop, boozing and the big, gloriously blue sky we were blessed with on game day…

Remember when I was pouting nearly two weeks ago about not being able to wear summer dresses willy-nilly? Here’s the Kensie number! Glorious cotton and silk blend, lovely sorbet shades, and of course there’s the ruffled neckline. Searing temperatures in the high 80s yesterday finally gave me the perfect excuse to wear it to my little brother’s high school graduation. Alas, we were wholly unprepared for the direct, relentless sunlight that scorched us from 9:30AM-noon during the ceremony. So bad. I know. We just had no idea what it was going to be like! (Next year, when my other little brother graduates, we’ll be far better prepared). It was a wonderful ceremony, though, very All-American, Norman Rockwell.

Here’s me goofing around in my mom’s weirdo barnyard shed thing in the backyard. If you think this is bad, you should see their garage. I didn’t really have time to accessorize because the tomboy was bossing me and we, of course, were running late. (It’s so rare that we get up early on the weekend, and we had to be out of the door by 8AM. I barely had time to throw on these nude patent leather pumps (Madden Girl).

When we climbed into the car I exclaimed, “Oh no! I forgot my necklace!” and M said (tersely, I might add) “Oh, you’re right, your brother TOTALLY can’t graduate from high school without your necklace.” I sulked until I got my triple shot mocha, and then: BYGONES.

We had all sorts of notions about what today would be like. Champagne-soaked croquet in Dolores Park. Perusing the DIY wares and glutting ourselves with tater tots at IndieMart over at Thee Parkside. Having succumbed to what can only be heat exhaustion compounded by an unending meat parade of happiness at the post-graduation BBQ yesterday, we slept in until noon, brunched at 2PM and are now enjoying an Ally McBeal marathon from the comfort of our sofabed. C’est la vie!

I’ll make up for it with the following this week – Monday night shopping with my BFF:

I just got tickets to see Karen Elson on Tuesday night at Cafe Du Nord!

You didn’t think I was going to keep the tomboy all to myself, did you?

She’s wearing an emergency pair of $16.99 JCP shorts we had to run and fetch her at the mall near my mom’s house before she DIED in her pants, a classic wifebeater, RVCA shirt and one of her many pairs of flip-flops. She is as tasty as she looks sunbathing all hot and salty and smelling of sweet tea tomboy.

HELLO THERE. How the hell are you? It’s Memorial Day, are you enjoying yourselves? We are. It’s been a merry four-day weekend, and we’ve managed to perfect the balance between being lazy and resting without missing this wondrous sun gracing the rain-soaked city, running to and fro. If you’d asked me if I thought it would get hot enough to wear these shorts this weekend, I probably would have popped you one. M’s been dying to wear hers for at least a month.

These photos are from the little walkabout we took BEFORE our massive, late sunny afternoon Pimm’s Cups.

I don’t know about y’all, but M’s outfit here makes me think of tag football, grass stains and making out at dusk on a park bench. We both took advantage of the RVCA Memorial Day sale, and M scored this new shirt. Mine is also new and the lightest, softest silk-cotton blend. It’s, like, the perfect shirt for dancing around braless with no pants and a whiskey coke in your hand, on the hottest summer nights.

We found this spot in a narrow alley behind a mortuary near our place. I don’t understand this shelf or why it’s placed here, sandwiched between garages and trash bins of all things, but there it was, little Lady of Guadalupe and all. Perhaps people put candles on it and pray or something. How nice! While I pondered all of this very seriously, M snapped photos. Obviously. My favorite thing of all on our walk is the sidewalk graffiti a bit further down. They’re so lovely! Sometimes I think we’ve got the most delightful graffiti of all here, underfoot and ever-changing.

You didn’t think I’d mention it and not post the video, did you?