saturday night. en route to a super late dinner in the mission with the boo.
guy #1: the mission is like europe man. you can drink on the streets. (takes a swig from his brown bagged tallboy)
guy#2: so, where are you from?
guy #1: cow hollow.
(for those of you outside SF, cow hollow is a few neighborhoods north of the mission district.)
addendum: seen in SF
(just after above conversation)
4 girls, all with skirts ending right under their hooohas. sigh.
(after hearing and seeing the above)
me: babe, this means your neighborhood is so over.
boo: well, what about your neighborhood babe?
me: it's where the cool kids go when they turn 30 cause they're sick of seeing that shit.