“San Francisco is a mad city – inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.”
I love this Rudyard Kipling quote, which I first encountered scrawled on the wall of the Hotel California on Geary St., along with dozens of other well-known odes to the Golden State. I love the two sweeping generalizations that it makes about the San Francisco population, and on my wackier, vainer days, I like to imagine that they both extend to me. But mostly I love the characterization of San Francisco as a “mad city.” Because in my four years living here, I’ve found that to be precisely the case.
My name is Ashley. I’m
27 and I live in the Haight with my lovely sister and an adorable yellow lab. I work for a badass tech startup in the Peninsula by weekday, but during nights and weekends I find trouble in the wild city of San Francisco. I used to have a rather amusing and somewhat stealth dating blog, but grew tired of living in fear that it would be discovered by a future love interest with a lacking sense of humor. So I plan on owning all the content here, which I imagine will have something to do with engaging in perfectly insane activities with my remarkably beautiful friends.
All ideas, opinions and mistakes are my own.
Also, my first/middle names are Ashley Madeline…A. Mad. Get it!? This is entirely coincidental, and it makes me absurdly happy.