the dmv is not a hidden treasure...

I really need to suck it up and do way more cheezeball Tourist Trapped activities, but I have exhausted my friends. "Do anyone want to go on a Duck Tour?" was met with a resounding, "Fuck no."
Anyway, this week's Tourist Trapped stumbles upon hidden treasures in Fort Mason while en route to the Renegade Craft Fair. Check it out on SFGate RIGHT HERE.

I spent 3 and a half hours at the DMV yesterday because someone stole the tags of my license plate. Brock took the photos and complaints I was boredly (?) texting him and turned it into a post on SFist. I was most impressed with the fact that a photo slideshow of my morning at the DMV was up on someone else's website before I even got my number (B018). I ended up sitting in the DMV reading comments about what a self-promoting dumbass I am. Which did, admittedly, pass the time.

Sally, Joey and I are taking a deepwater aerobics class. I have discovered that I love cardio when it is 1) underwater, 2) includes 15 elderly women, and 3) keeps me laughing for 50 straight minutes. At one point in our most recent class, I looked next to me to find Sally with a flotation device around her waist, two floating dumbells in her hands, and her legs in a cycling motion underwater to the rhythm of "(She's A) Maniac" coming from a boom box. I was laughing so hard, I almost needed to be rescued...