Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

After grooving to Anoushka Shankar in Stern Grove, only the toughest few brave the fierce wind and sandblasts at Ocean Beach for a Sunday afternoon BBQ …nothing more painful than sand in one’s beer ( -Oh, sweet Redhook! -the horror! )

What’s that? Someone forgot the meat? And knives? No utensils: no problem. Us vegetarians are fiercer than we look.

§349 · July 24, 2007 · San Francisco glory · · [Print]

1 Comment to “Don’t Make Me Angry”

  1. Morgo says:

    You scare me eating like that.

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