By the powers of Oprah.

According to Oprah and "The Secret" all I have to do is wear a magic tshirt with my dream on it and the universe will take care of the rest...

Day One of Filming.

Turns out that NO ONE has a Strawberry Costume for rent.

Pinapples, Check.
Oranges, Check.
Banana's, Check.
Strawberries? NO.

How were we supposed to film the Strawberry Song without a strawberry man?! So we made our own (and when I say "we" I actually mean our in-house costume designer Sarah slaved over this with the help of Ria).

Filming was scheduled for today. 11am.



Unfortunately the temperamental nature of San Francisco's weather delayed our joy. We had to longingly wait for the weather to pass.



We finally got Allen suited up at 4pm:





A little self-doubt crept over the poor strawberry's face.



But with defiance he took to the streets.








Day 1: It's a wrap.

Yeah, like I've done a few grinds dude.

I bought a skateboard. For like, $20.

The guy said "yeah, like I've only done a few grinds on it dude, feel free to jump on it now and test it out". To which I strategically replied "nah man, the surface is kind of unreliable out here, I don't want to mess with the bearings".

He totally thought I was a real skateboarder.



So armed with my new "skatie", I head to the skate park. My mission: not to draw too much attention to myself.

But I'm the only white person there.
And I'm the only girl.

This 8 year old kid comes up to me and says "are you from Europe?".
So I stuck to the edges of the park.



Still maintaining my appearance to look like a skateboarder. The pro-skateboarding dream continues...

Like a strawberry.

Here at the Green Tortoise Hostel, the "life-ers" (those who come and never leave) sometimes like to get together and sing songs about fruit. And Love.

Nothing Like a Shoot Out on a Sunday night.

Just working away, and I look out my window to find a bit of a shoot-out going on. Good Times San Francisco.