To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Robert Herrick, 1591-1674

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
   Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 
   The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
   And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
   When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
   Times still succeed the former. 

Then be not coy, but use your time,
   And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
   You may forever tarry.

This weekend it was all about good company, milestone birthdays and living in the moment.
Because tomorrow is never promised, I’m gathering my buds…and enjoying every petal.








 Happy 40 water best boo!



 This chick gives US party favors for her bday.

 Pupuseria Salvadorena
I loves me some pupusas!

 Safari West

She made it!



 “I’m different, yeah I’m different.”


 Apparently this one likes to walk ahead of the group, so we let her through.





 Look close for the porcupine!

 I see you booboo!





Awww…another booboo!






 Our turn to be on top!
(That’s what she said.)







 A squirrel keeps the baby rhino company.

40 water for real tho.


Lagunitas Brewing Company


Ride the Ducks


Cupid loves SF.

Carpe diem.

Robin Williams
(Sunrise) July 21, 1951 – (Sunset) August 11, 2014