Living in San Francisco means so many weird, delicious, alcoholic, foggy things. It means cafes that moonlight as a bar; bike shops that moonlight as a bar; pretty much anything that moonlights as a bar.
It means wasabi burgers, Mason jars, brunch, and kale. It means ordering the same custom-made juice and getting them in two different colors because they used different beets, NBD. It’s obnoxious and delicious and we love it.
This weekend was about celebrating the Bay as close friends moved away from it and others visited it. It is eye-opening to realize how different we all are and so focused on distinct dreams. But at the end of the day, this city brings us all together to open our heart and drink the same juice, even if it’s made with different beats (or beets).
We ‘bout dat life.