Around every corner in SF there’s a surprise. Sometimes it’s a cute house. Sometimes it’s human poop. And on rare occasions, you’ll find both at the same time, thus revitalizing your hope in the world that anything is possible.
Fortunate for us, we only found a cute house we’d never seen before, and in that moment, we were all like:
Brock: “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
Chris: “What?!? THAT WASN’T ME! I PROMISE! I didn’t fart, Brock!!”
Brock: “No, LOOK.”
Chris: “That house?!”
Brock: “Yes. We need it. We need it now.”
Moments like that where all rational thinking goes out the window like a Men’s Health magazine when Chris’s mom walked in on him (age 14) without knocking. Ew. Don’t think dirty. Regardless, we instantly fell madly in love with this pink house the second we glanced upon it. But, then again, we’d fall in love with any pink house… So, obviously, we took a few snaps in front of the house, mostly as a mental note for the two of us to SERIOUSLY consider painting our imaginary mega-mansion pink and blue. But, then again, it’d probably just end up looking like a Pepto Bismol bottle…
And coincidentally enough, we both wore a lot of blue (tees and jeans) with white Birkenstocks, proving to one and all that sharing a closet can quickly result in the disastrous side effect of twinning in public. It also doesn’t help that we both were carrying bags — both brown — making it all too apparent that the man on the street, who yelled out, “Are you brothers?” wasn’t wrong in his assumption to ask.
Ugh, who are we even?! NOT BROTHERS.