This happened a couple weeks ago. No more Sparks means exploring a new option. These are disgusting.
See? Disgusting. But we drank them anyway.
My Father's place has $4 40s. Sweet.
Out with the crew.
Blurry but awesome.
Amy loves this kitty.
Weird grain storage in St Johns.
And a wing shot for good measure.
The city by the bay.
My old neighborhood.
First time at Potrero. The wind sucked and Conor showed me up on every trick.
No trip to SF is complete without a visit to Dolores Park.
Beers with the crew.
Saturday ditch sesh.
From the ditch we went to Potrero to see Hightower and Frontside 5 play.
Lurker hill in full effect.
Then it was off to Darin and Georgia's wedding celebration. Rune was partying.
Mic-e got on the microphone.
The happy couple.
Even Gary showed up.
I stayed with these creeps - Conor and Chip.
Looking good Chip.
We found this string on a corner, managed to tangle up some yuppies, and kept it for later plans.
Later plans were rolling it down this steep SF hill. As you can see it took off on a slight angle. This made it hit one of the park cars, angle back the other way, hop a curb and hit some girl in the leg and then continue down the hill.
Beaver's little old lady back pack.
Sunday afternoon rooftop lurking in the nice SF weather.
Conor put his COK on everything.
Beavers and Chip tag team.
Texting is hard so Conor took a nap in the middle of one.
Baby likes to bark.
Weirdest bar/karaoke experience ever.
Exploration mission to Coit tower.
Then it was on to LA. Skated the Berrics.
Keeping the OC OK at Verg's new favorite bar, the Helm, with Erin and Chris.
Almost as good as the OC is North County. This Vista bar had no idea what was in store.
You guys look like lumberjacks.
Aaron AKA Abo was letting loose in true Aussie style.
Matt picks songs he can yell.
Abo goes cougar hunting.
The locals were singing the worst songs and being dead serious about it. Abo joined in.
Greg sang Khia's, My neck my back.
Flight home wing tip.