More ‘then’ & ‘now’ shots of the lower Haight area.
Again, the lack of trees really stands out to me. Also cool to see Haight Street with two sets of streetcar rails on it. I can’t imagine what that must have been like. That street is such a cluster f*ck but maybe it would be better with the streetcar?
Some truly beautiful buildings have been lost in the City, particularly at the intersections of Divisadero & Fell and Divisadero & Oak.
Both are back on the air tonight! All of my vapid, shallow, stupid girls!
The best part was Heidi Montag’s mother giving her a relentless rash of shit over all of her plastic surgery. What was a beautiful, fresh Colorado girl is now a walking, talking (barely due to her jaw being wired on the show) cliche. Pathetic.
The picture-perfect meeting: The other day I was standing in line at Starbucks and getting my much needed Monday morning caffeine fix, when a very handsome man, with a million dollar smile, helped me pick up my credit card. I had dropped it while purchasing a tall skinny vanilla latte. He was beautiful. The minute his eyes met mine, I thought my knees were going to buckle and I was going to fall smack dab into the muffin counter.
…When my coffee order was called, he reached over and grabbed it, took out a pen, and wrote his number on the side of my cup. Adorable, I know. He flashed me his sexy grin one last time, and without saying a word, handed me my coffee and walked away.
The sign it might be time to cut the date short: We met to grab a quick bite to eat before the show and a bottle of wine. By the time our meal came, I was a tad bit tipsy and already madly in love. I’m in the middle of a hysterical story (this should not be surprising to anyone) when I looked up to see him take a bite out of his hamburger and in it, there are his pearly whites - those amazing teeth that gave him that million dollar smile - stuck…in his hamburger.
Sign that it is time to run: Mr. Million Dollar Smile leaned over, grabbed my hand, and pulled me in for a soap opera worthy kiss… I immediately had visions of our beautiful kids, our cottage style house… until I am snapped back into reality with the realization that there was something in my mouth… and it’s not my gum. I almost vomited all over the floor when I realized that what was in my mouth were his teeth. I shit you not. The next few moments happened in slow motion. He looked up at me, smiled this toothless grin, and began to say something about me having his teeth, and I reflexively freaked out and wanted those teeth out of my damn mouth as soon as possible, so I spit them out so fast you would have thought they were poison. The next 20 minutes were spent trying to search the floor of this dark room with only our cell phones as light and trying not to disturb the other concertgoers. When we finally found them, they were covered in dust, dirt and some serious bar grime. I was thoroughly disgusted, but not as disgusted as I was when he…wait for it…then put them back into his mouth - bar grime and all!
“So, Larry King is getting his 8th divorce, and Elizabeth Taylor is possibly getting married for a 9th time. Jesse James and Tiger Woods are cheaters. Britney Spears got married twice in the same year. Yet the idea of same-sex marriage is what is going to destroy the institution and sanctity of marriage? REALLY?!?”—Anon