How awesome are my friends, y’all? They visit, they make hilarious faces, they eat poison thai food, they move whiskey bottles with their minds, they let me get blackout drunk and bust out my flute with my fabulous neighbor at 3a.m. (yes, that happened), they get spontaneous yet obsessively planned tattoos of literary quotes in San Francisco…
It was a totally rad weekend. Beer > Sleep. Of course, I was annoying as all getout with my camera biznass, so here’s some evidence:

i was weirdly obsessed w that kid bc he was just standing there calmly amidst ALL THE CHAOS of Fisherman's Wharf. I need some of his zen.
Oh right, and I did that boat thing. Here’s some photos from that, too, because why not turn this into a photo blog at least temporarily. Boat thing was pretty rad, I won’t lie.

it's sort of like selling books at a schwanky land party, but with more annoying jokes about how the wine must be really strong because everyone is swaying.
Tomorrow, a picture tour of the Booksmith. Yeah, that’s what I did with my hangover at work today.































No googling? C’mon, who actually remembers stuff anymore?
Definitely Hemingway, but Bavarian beer has killed the brain cells that held the book title. I actually thought it was from “Hills Like White Elephants,” but that was a short story, so no million points for me.
OK, now I’m hitting Submit and going to google.
The Sun Also Rises
I frickin’ love Hemingway. I want that tattoo, too. It’s beautiful!
Also, your pictures are fabulous!!! You’ll be a pro in no time
Brit, plus a million.
Bette, I’ll give you 500,000 for being awesome.