Every time this week that I've thought about last Sunday's trip to How Weird Street Faire I cringe a little and try to remember why I dragged myself out of my comfy bed to go there. Too many underage girls in bras and tutus. Too much wahwahwahhh dubstep. Too sober, really. The only thing that made it all worth it was getting a torta from my old roommate Caroline's food truck, Fogcutter. Seriously, that torta al pastor and Mexican coke saved my life. Hanging out on the roof away from all of the madness was alright, though.
I'm updating my Threadflip account tonight, don't forget to check it out!
I'm updating my Threadflip account tonight, don't forget to check it out!