The Yazz Festival, and Freedom Day!

Every year there is a Jazz festival on Fillmore street, so this sunday Kris and I decided to go meet up with John to check it out.  Not knowing a whole lot about jazz, I worried that it may be boring or uneventful.  I was wrong, so so wrong, how could any street festival with fried foods and fun booths be boring?!?!  So we walked about a mile to the festival from John's apartment in the lower Haight.



As you can probably see, there was a man dressed in a full sparkly costume, another far cooler man with a puppy in his murse, and a whole lot of people packing the 6 blocks of festival. I didn't get any pictures of the bands but there was basically one for every block of booths and food.  I also did not photograph my delicious fried calamari with tangy tartar sauce, but that would pretty much look like all calamari so you can just picture it mentally.

After a few hours, we returned to John's apartment and got a call from Jaymi Berbert saying she would be in town later if we could hang out.  So we took a nap and awaited her arrival.  Once we had a Jaymi (at like 10pm) we decided to go get a few beers at Toronados, but it was really crowded, so we went to Mad Dog in the Fog, and had some tasty Delirium Tremens, followed by $2.50 Tecate night at the Irish bar a block away.  Minus one douchey Davis student, it was a pretty fun night, and of course I got to sleep on John's ottoman which seems like it is becoming a trend for me.

On the morning of the Fourth we woke up bright and early, literally because the sun was shining in our eyes, and piled into Jaymi's car to go back across the bridge to our side of the bay.  We showed her our sad little bedroom sublet and told her all about our new apartment (our apartment that Kris is signing papers for in 2 hours!!!!!!)  She unsurprisingly did not find the bedroom a great hangout place so we headed up to Telegraph to hippie-watch.  Since it was a holiday though a lot was closed and the hippies seemed to have gone into hiding, so we went to Triple Rock to sit on the rooftop beer garden and pass the time.  I had a glass of bright red pomegranate cider, which was referred to as Freedom Drank, and Kris had a beer, boring.

   

Later we drove around Berkeley trying to find a place to watch fireworks, we ended up directly in fron of Walter and Lydia's old place overlooking the freeway.  After 30 minutes even Kris (a huge fan of fireworks and all explosions) was bored and we were happy to see the grand finale!  So overall a happy and fun 4th of July