Wasteland
The weather's been nice of late, sunny days with a bone-chilling wind (which I'm starting to think is "nice weather" in S.F.) If you can get past the wind shear, you're fine. Took a relaxed bike ride tonight with Janne out to Bayview, around the Hunters Point neighborhood. Hunters Point housed the San Francisco Naval Shipyard and they did some nasty shit there, like loading fissile material for the first Bomb onto the USS Indianapolis there in July 1945. Konnichiwa.
No taking photos, either.
After all the war stuff, the site was determined contaminated with radiation. The area is industrial and decrepit. Still, they're planning to build the new 49ers stadium on the site. Huh?
Reclining On The Rooftop
Ah, vappu. This kicked off on Friday with heavy drinking, Finnish Mafia-style, at Sami and Lilli's in Noe Valley, and was kind of hard on some of the, er, international crowd. But come Sunday, also the Finnish Mafia was feeling the weight of the springtime celebration. At least I was. So we had a picnic on Matej and Petra's rooftop terrace in Duboce Triangle. Great food, and thank you, Jesus, for deck chairs!
The neighbor's cat joined our BBQ. We named it "Cat."
Mufti chilling out after grilling out, sort of 90's style.
A happy Matej.
This cabrón should always cook for us. Wait, he does!
More Slovenians: Damir, an Olympic swimmer (and the tallest guy Mufti has seen) joined us.
A trigger-happy Matej.
I know the feeling, Cat.