Hardly Strictly Something

We're not so good at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, SF's yearly free festival of various musics. Oh, we go every year with big plans to stay all weekend and see all the best bands, but between bad timing, huge crowds, public transportation drama, and general social discomfort, we usually end seeing half a band and hitting the road.

Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Today we watched Aimee Mann's set, which was pleasant enough from hundreds of feet away, ate some salami sandwiches, split a beer, and got hit repeatedly by a Frisbee-throwing toddler. Instead of sticking around to see Neko Case, we walked through Golden Gate Park to the beach.

It was windy. There were jellyfish. It was beautiful. Then we walked back up to catch the N-Judah. On the way there, we found this.

That's right, an abandoned dollhouse. I'm sorry, but I would rather encounter a filthy ramshackle doll mansion than see a rock show. And that's what makes me special. Very special.


derek said...

Tell me you dragged this home for some creepy Halloween themed Blythe photo shoot!

Meichihko said...

Cool! That dollhouse is awesome. Lucky!

pollyanna cowgirl said...

I'm gonna use this dollhouse for a doll-only production of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof."

Sue said...

This is why I love you so! Oh, and it's so nice to see you all dressed up in Giant Dwarf. You look smashing, lady!