In recent years, I’ve lost at least half a dozen close friends to San Francisco. It is no wonder that each time I have a long weekend, I wind up there. This year I was fortunate enough to welcome 2015 with friends, Champagne, and caviar with a rather ridiculous (and awesome) hip hop soundtrack. The weekend was packed with fantastic food, long walks and window shopping, quick visits to Bernal Heights and Twin Peaks, a sunset by the ocean, and a day trip to wine country.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. -Neil Gaiman
Happy New Year, ya’ll. xx