Then we took off for a long day of pointless sightseeing. Eazy-E and Nate Dogg in command.
Catch NEVER looks into the camera.
Backseat Shots.
We stopped by The Hundreds San Francisco to check out the store. Despite being the devout follower that i am, i was pretty upset to find out that Tony wasn't there. Apparently, it was his birthday and he and Mike switched places as managers so that Tony could celebrate down in LA. ...what a pointless visit.
These skulls were pretty killer though.
And this blastdoor would be perfect for my bathroom.
Then decided to stop wasting our time and get something to eat instead. I saw tourists taking pictures with this goddamn heart so i figured i might as well take a souvenir for myself.
The architecture in the city never ceases to amaze me. I still can't believe this city survived multiple massive earthquakes and a horrific fire.
Irritated by all that was going on.
This is where we decided to eat.
This is where we decided to dine. I know, i know. If it were up to me, i'd be eating across the street where the REAL market is. But then again, it was somewhere around 60 degrees outside.
Besides, i can't complain when the meal's FREE! (thanks Nathan)
The Hell's Angels... Segway style.
Fuck a trolley, i want to ride in this boat... err, jeep?
After a supremely satisfying meal, we passed though Lombard street to drive down "the world's crookedest street." I didn't get a single decent shot, so im leaving them out. We then went back to Catch's to catch a snooze before we headed out for the night. What we didn't expect though was that Catherine had lined up a party for us at the Ritz-Carlton. CRAZE.
These two were stoked. ...as usual.
"Two in the..." Nevermind.
Before...
...After.
The usual.
"Gamin'" Nathan.
huh?
Just like last year.
This dude is a 24 year old UCI grad with a Master's in Financing at UCLA. He's also from Beverly Hills, drives a BMW and is an Investment Banker. Oh yeah, did i mention that he's also two-time lying, pedophilic douchebag?
Then the room service came.
...and Nathan kept killin' it.
These two...
This is how you know it was crackin'.
Sometime during the party, it got rolled. Luckily, us guys were downstairs catching a cigarette and one of Catherine's friends let us have a key to the room. When we came back, three-quarters of the people there had already left so i gladly poured myself a glass of champagne and laughed my night away on the couch with Catch. After a little while, we left and drove our drunkasses back to Berkeley where we crashed.
Now its time, for my favorite shots of the night:
GIRLSWITHDOUCHEBAGS.COM!!!
THE END.
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