Our infamous Alaskian, Sing, visited San Francisco for a short while and a few of us got to hang out with him! Yay! We picked up Sing at SFO for dinner, and the guy was breaking out in sweats. Apparently it was too warm in San Francisco for this guy!
We had dinner at Blue Restaurant on Castro St. While waiting for our table, Sing asked these officers if they have ever beaten someone with the baton, and the officer said, “No, I have not beaten anyone with it, but I have used it.” He did not look pleased, and he did not want to conversate with this Alaskian. Welcome to San Francisco, Sing! Ha.
Afterwards we took Sing around . . . Twin Peaks . . . Lombard St . . . and North Beach. At one point, Sing even hopped onto the cable car in front of Jonasty’s car. What a daring individual he is! And oh yeah, at Twin Peaks he hopped on the ledge and nearly fell to his death. That is not daring; that was just plain stupidity, but he’s young. At the prime age of 20, he’s unstoppable!
Now without further adieu, here are the pictures that captured our moments together:
Jonas and Mimi.
Minh, Jerauld aka hwith, and me.
Sing!
The bunchkins!
A stare representing love?
Mimi and Sing.
Bunckinettes with Sing.
Jen and Jonas’ friends. 
Castro St. See the couple?
Jonas: Let me buy you a penis, Sing.
Sing: What!? You don’t have a bigger one!?
Mimi takes a bite.
Sing going in for the kill. There’s plenty of penis to go around!
Panties and penis cookie.
The ledge Sing fell off of.
The Alaskian can’t hang. He looks chilly!
And finally a group photo of us.
We miss you Sing! Come back to the Bay to visit!
