living in SF

My City Showing Off

Lowen Baumgarten

Nov 21, 2011 — 1 min read

San Francisco is a vain city. Not the people who live here, although we definitely care how our ass looks in our skinny jeans, but the city itself.

She's always showing off, and it's easy to find yourself at the top of one her hills confronted by miles of naked skyline and Bay views.

I complained a lot about the 8 hours I spent in SJ last weekend, but my time in the city was a lot of fun. I put on my skinny tie for a Mad Men party in the Richmond and went to dinner at Beretta to toast Natalya and Larry's engagement.

And when I picked up the car from the secret spot yesterday, SF flashed me a little bit of this:

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