Well, some of you may have seen this coming a mile away… which is about how far ‘the Haight’… (as we who grew up the Bay Area call the Haight/Ashbury district in San Francisco)… is from that museum.
If you don’t know how Haight Ashbury relates to the sixties… as in: ‘was the freekin’ center of it’… you should Google that. I had a great time with my godson and his mom, Eva, but they had stuff to do at home, so they dropped Big Johnny and I off, and left us to our own devices.
No, this isn’t going to be a bunch of photos taken inside dim bars showing drunk people doing stupid stuff. I am too classy for that. Also, I already did a bunch of posts like that just a few months ago, when I was up in the Bay Area for Big Johnnie’s 50th birthday party. Oh man, that was crazy. You should look at those pictures.
No, this will be two or three posts of tasteful and artistic shots of San Francisco and its delightful quirkiness.
Just things that caught my eye as we wandered… getting slowly drunker and drunker… from three in the afternoon until… well… that is the question, isn’t it?
Now, you might remember that I am doing all the photos from this adventure in the order in which they were taken, so I hadn’t even started drinking when I took those.
And this was all just one short block of the Haight.
There we are. I tried to limit myself to one, tasteful selfie, with Big Johnny, at each bar we stopped at. You should know that we weren’t looking for upscale, classy bars. We were trying to find the best dive bars. You know how you do that? You ask bartenders where they go to drink.
Okay, I might have time for one more post before I leave my mom’s house in the Bay Area, and head for Santa Cruz to see my cousins. See you soon!