Mission Mission

Literally.

Jeff over at Spots Unknown was able to peep the remodeling.  Maybe higher ceilings will help make the place less of a clambake?

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This is the story of how, after all we’ve been through together, Medjool 86′d me.

We went there in the same mood we always do- jubilant, high-spirited, energetic, and ready to dance. The others had preloaded. Ibrahim, after not having had alcohol for several months as a nod to his observant-Muslim homies, decided to celebrate the end of Ramadan by breaking his sober streak in a big way. He drank almost a fifth of vodka immediately after the bottle arrived in the apartment, brought by my boyfriend, H. We quickly confiscated the bottle so the remainder could be put in a drink for H. As H poured his own drink, Ibrahim began dancing around the apartment, singing made-up songs. H and I eyed each other. It was only 8 o’clock and the others hadn’t even arrived yet.

H sipped his mixed drink slowly and rolled several spliffs at a leisurely pace. We planned to bring these out with us and smoke them at intervals throughout the night. There would be no smoking at home because, we concluded, that would just make us sleepy. When we smoke before we go out, we never end up going out.

Ayman, Shaddi, Khalil, and Francisco arrived, and after greetings, we decided to go.

We hadn’t been to Medjool in maybe six months. A couple members of our regular crew had gotten married, others were traveling abroad, and it just wasn’t the same. But with the core group back in town and ready to party, we decided our old haunt was just the place to go.

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Zomg!  The things you learn trendspotting on Twitter (no big deal)!

I assume I’m behind on this one, don’t judge:

Call me crazy stupid or whatevs, but I never realized Dolores Park was dorth of the Panhandle.  Hmm.

Anytime weddings  and self-divorce at 25th and Valencia.  Get one of each!

(Photo from xojy)

Photos by The Tens SF.

Apparently some hater totally pontiacked the old one, but it’s all good because its replacement is bigger and better and lights up the street in a major way.

If you get a chance, put on “And I Loved You Then” by Lee Hazlewood and hang out under it for a bit.

Looks like a nice place to sprawl after a jog or a mugging.

Thanks, Kate B.!

Or at least, that’s I think what this post over at The Tens SF means to insinuate.

kkr ! recommends taking a look at the hottest thing on Tumblr and Flickr today, a hateful map stereotyping the various folks that like to hang out in Dolores Park. See here for the rest of the bile.

The Bender’s projector reminds me of WALL-E.