Mission Mission

Left behind at Dear Mom last night. Nice, Andy. Real nice.

(Thanks, Ann B.!)

For Valentines Day, I bring you this Blammos video of Mission women scanning for an exit route.

Happy Valentine’s Day! RIP Whitney.

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Okay, all animosity regarding this holiday aside, this is really fucking cute.  Homeboy here missed his girl in Toronto so much that he actually planned out a heart-shaped bike ride around the city so he could send her this GPS outline.  He must have really meant it too, because that one part where the two arcs meet at the top looks like it was quite the serious climb!  Check out the whole story over at Mission Bicycle.

Ah, modern romance.

Uh, Valentine’ Day is coming up soon? Keep this in mind? Or something. You’re welcome.

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Here’s the Missed Connection:

My Fellow BART Acrobat – m4w – 30 (financial district)

Last Saturday night: You showed us all how to do it! We started an epidemic. You seem like a stand up(side down) kind of girl. Let’s hang out!

Oh, I was the one who hi-fived you.

Here’s hoping!

(Thanks, Nattles!)

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This Mission pickup line is a month old, but I just remembered it last night and it deserves more acclaim:

P.S. Can you work “Lapidge” into a pickup line? Show your work for full credit.

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This babe Melissa (not pictured) just wrote a post looking back at some memorable dates she’s been on, one of which took place in the Mission:

It is the local hipster coffee shop’s one year anniversary blow-out prom party, by exclusive invitation. The very cute owner of my favorite bar asks to take me. We end up on sort of a double-date with another couple who are also on a first date. We dance, we laugh, we take goofy pictures. We pile into a van to go to an after-party. The girl on the other date is showing everyone her tattoos. “I got this tattoo of plaid because, I dunno, I just like plaid?” she says. Date and I had bonded earlier over people with dumb tattoos. “What’s the writing on your chest?” he asks. “It’s a line from my favorite Decemberists song: ‘You Are the Heart That I Call Home.’”

Read on for the dramatic conclusion.

[Completely unrelated photo by Little Miss Chocolate Syrup]