So Me and my boyfriend went on this date to San Francisco a few weekends ago. We started off by getting off at Embarcadero and going to the farmers market. Right in front of the Bart station, there was this dog adoption center, and me being the huge dog/animal lover I am, had to stop and love up on the puppies. Well I started talking to the volunteers about my depression and how my doctor has been trying all these meds on me, and that she told me that owning a dog and excursive is the best cure. They let me hold all the dogs and gave me this huge bag of FREE homemade dog treats. Super sweet people! (click on those words to go to their facebook) The rest of the day we wonder around the farmers market and ate this crappy, but organic pizza. After that, we got one of those tourist bike rides (where you sit in this contraption and they pull you) like straight rich white people. They took us to Pier 39 and we explored in the shops like crazies. I bought three hats from "Krazy Kaps" and he bought me a pocket knife for protection. (Scared my parents with it when I showed them which is cool) After that we got another bike ride to this bus stop that would take us all the way from the Bart stop to the front of the Park. We get out cause we were gonna meet my friends out there for dinner. While we're waiting there we decide to buy some weed to smoke while we wait. Fortunately we didn't have to walk far. There was a bunch of oogles sitting in the tunnel (which I wouldn't suggest doing since that's an easy way to get caught.) All I had to do is walk up to one of them and say "weed?" and they pointed me to the guy in the group that was selling. Right after we bought our weed we were stopped by this really cool and friendly guy who's name I don't remember and I'm terrible with names I'm sorry! He wanted to smoke with us, but he didn't want us to use our weed, so he used his. The whole time we were smoking he had this random rotation that had no pattern and the only purpose was to get us the most high. He did this with like 3 bowls. His excuse was that he did too much acid the day before and was still lightly tripping. I felt hella bad he was giving us most of his weed so I gave him my almost full pack because I'm trying to quit cigarettes anyways (and succeeding at it.) After making a lot of conversation and trying my hardest to focus on what we were talking about, I found him to be a really cool dude, so I gave him the dog treats I scored before we left. He was super thankful and gave us a hug and invited us to Rainbow fest. I could tell he was trying his hardest to give me directions that made sense, but I just nodded my head knowing I'd forget it either way and look it up later. My boyfriend joked around about how he probably wanted the D after we left. (If you havent heard that expression, D stands for dick.) He was probably the highlight of my day. I love people like him!