Mission Mission

Let’s go for a ride! (St. Vincent is playing the Fox tonight?)

[via Vic]

From a few mornings ago. I’ll try to get up on my mornings.

With the first heatwave of Spring just behind us, it’s time to start thinking about fun stuff to do outside again! And if it happens to be the first Saturday of the month, you can’t go wrong with Hard French, the fabulous daytime dance party on the El Rio patio.

Our pal Katie recently delved into the details of what makes it such a rad party on the Bold Italic:

The name Hard French was born from an offhand comment by Tina Faggotina regarding his desire to French kiss a boy hard. Devon adds, “We call it Hard French because we want people to do it hard, and our crowd really brings it.”

Read the rest here!

This guy anadromy is going for it as we speak:

I am sorry but I am about to eat the burrito

that I left overnight

in my backpack.

To be honest, it smells a little

off.

Stay tuned.

Best of luck! [link]

P.S. Unrelated mostly, but my favorite tag on Tumblr right now is “history of backpacks.”

They’ve really got their work cut out for them here, but they’re doing the trick — because Stella looks great even though her face is contorting as part of an adverse reaction to the ketchup-and-vodka quality of the Bloody Mary at Nap’s. (More on that, and all the Bloody Marys we sampled yesterday here.)

(Thanks, Edward!)

American Hipster, a new YouTube reality show about America’s next top American Hipster (I think), just did a profile on Jeremy Tooker, the owner of Four Barrel cafe / artisanal bike-storage facility. Check it:

The absurdity of sipping coffee samples from a tasting spoon and spitting them out into a cup is apparently not lost on him, either.

[via C'mon Pony]

And this short video will surely prove it:

Thanks for coming, everybody! We’ll do it again soon, on another sunny Sunday, with another epic route. Suggestions (and demands) welcome!

After the jump, a tweet-by-tweet and tumbl-by-tumbl breakdown, including pics, of a lot of what happened:

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Jay doesn’t wear t-shirts very often, but when he wears a t-shirt, you can bet it’s a killer.