Left the plane of my personal existence (aka 17th St.) for once and wound up eating and drinking to my body’s outermost limit on Divisadero. I’m talking “wafer thin mint” levels of fullness, here. At one point I was sure I was going to barf on the sidewalk. Thank god I didn’t though- I’m such a completionist I would have had to eventually take a dump just to finish out the trifecta.
I had this website once where I mailed little cardboard monkeys to people. There was an interactive map you could click on to see the various monkeys’ visits to other states. (but sadly, that doesn’t seem to be cached)