Reflections

Emerald Bay-Lake Tahoe

                                                                     Reflecting.

Frisco Kid!

My Boo Thang and I recently moved to San Francisco. Our neighborhood is quaint, nestled between the hustle and bustle of the Mission and Castro districts. Walking through our new neighborhood you immediately notice the miles of strollers lining the streets and small coffee shops (in between the Starbucks and Whole Foods of course) and lines of people waiting to be seated for brunch. My Boo Thang and I pride our selves on supporting the local mom and pop shops with the occasional Starbucks frap in between.  During our first week we decided to explore our new neighborhoods. Walked up and down the Castro, through the Mission and settled at Delores Park and enjoyed the beautiful view of downtown. We enjoyed our Sandwich from a local hot spot Ike's Place and were pleasantly surprised by the nude man strolling by with a newspaper in tote as I took a bite of my roast beef sandwich on a dutch crutch.  We even made our way to the local Mosque for the Friday sermon and over heard a man tell one of the sisters, "He would jump all over that" and the Imam confess he longer smoked the pipe.  I must admit I am already in love with SF and may even leave my heart here when I move, or if I move. I think I can get use to the occasional naked man walking down the street as I sip on my ice coffee, or the local homeless man that pees on the sidewalk, Japanese tourist, European tourist, Latin American tourist, and maybe just maybe flamboyantly gay men with sassy walks threatening to steal my Husband.  Frisco Kid was a friend of mine.