Who Knew San Francisco Was So Bright-Eyed?

Cassandra's friend Annie came to town for a visit, and like the good hosts we tend to be, we offered her the following activity choices: a long nap, find food (twenty minutes after our last meal), a good rest, or some playtime with the cats.

She said, "but we're in San Francisco! Let's go do something fun! Let's go explore! Let's get off our butts and onto our feet, and go do something!"

Our reply:

"Talk to the tail, Annie."

Eventually, the two of us were guilt-tripped enough to leave the apartment. Apparently people aren't into flying a couple hundred miles on their vacation days just to take a nice, long nap. Who knew?

Obviously, we had to go pay the Tanners a visit. 

And then, almost like a slap to our pillow-wrinkle-strewn faces, we came across so many inspirational, motivational tidbits peppered all across the city. They acted like physical confirmations to the fact that a comfortable bed isn't the only great thing on earth, even though it is indeed the best.

Observe:

Next stop: Smitten Ice Cream. San Francisco has, by far, the greatest number of deletable ice cream options, in my oh-so-humble, but HEY I'M REALLY AN ICE CREAM CONNOISSEUR, opinion. Smitten is one of my favorites. It's liquid nitrogen ice cream, and I highly recommend it if you're ever in town.

If you're not aware, Northern California has been going through a pretty intense drought this whole year. And so, my question is, of all times for the (much welcomed) FREEZING rain to pour, how is it that it chose to come down while I was eating my cold, cold, cold ice cream? Could this be positive reinforcement? Or negative reinforcement? 

Another example of a "bright-eyed message," as pointed out by Annie:

(Two seconds after admiring this sign, Cassandra was thisclose to stepping straight on dog doodoo. But bright-eyed is bright-eyed, is it not.)

Poor Annie had to Yelp something fun for us to do, because Cassandra and I are as pointless as a period-free sentence.

And thank goodness for that, because she found us something incredibly fun.

Enter Urban Putt, in the Mission.

Frozen margarita-topped Pacifico's while watching a winning Giants game, a really fun and slightly hipster, San Francisco-themed course, and a New Girl-themed competition, plus this good stuff:

Great combination, people. Highly recommend. Much boba. Many fun.

Ready for a final dose of bright-eyedness? 

(Girl power!)

(Keep swimmin'!)

Oh, wait. About that last one.
1) My sister leaves me care packages full of delicious goodies (thank you, sister), which effectively fueled  2) The all-nighter I pulled Sunday night to complete two midterms and a paper.
Not so bright-eyed anymore, huh.