Champagne at the roller derby.

Look Out Weekend Femme Confession: I'm in love with lots of things this weekend. I'm in love with my "rich girl red" manicure and pedicure. I'm in love with all-girl roller derby. I'm in love with my now-dead birdie ring (it didn't make it past the post-roller derby dancing at The Cat Club). I'm in love with my tomboy and the pretty loverbird pendant my petite made me for Mother's Day and the fancy new tripod that M got for me. I'm in love with the fiery roses they gave me and with Selby and Sarah for being such fabulous friends. I'm in love with San Francisco, as ever. I'm in love with the fact that M & I got to sip champs at the roller derby, of all places! Bonus on an already spectacular weekend chockfull of awesome. Here's the tomboy...

Tomboy Confession: Volcom pinstripe slacks, English Laundry shirt (thoroughly inspected by the fem for quality of stitches), Banana Republic jacket, cool captain hat bought from The Hat Guys after some drunken expedition, riding BART back home (she is referring to the time some hipster douche stole her awesome jacket with our keys in it from the Rickshaw in...2006? We rang up a friend of mine and crashed at her house, watched Pride & Prejudice (BBC, of course) half-naked with her roommates shushing us until nearly dawn. The next morning we did a joint walk of indignant shamelessness to BART to get back home to our spare keys. It was pretty awesome, considering the circumstances). Kenneth Cole boots. True story: the guy who works at the liquor store on Folsom street has the same hat as me! We took a picture together! Hilarity. Roller Derby is awesome! You want to go to there!