in san francisco, sarah and i went to a trailer trash-themed bar called butter. we were understandably a bit apprehensive about it and showed up fairly early in order to sample the city's finer nightlife.
as we entered the fairly sketchy-looking building, old wwf wrestling matches and breakin' 2: electric boogaloo were being simultaneously projected onto the walls while an adorable girl dj churned out some grade a house party jams - needless to say, we stayed the entire night.
the only way it could have gotten any better is if i'd dressed for the occasion, pairing my skintight high-waisted sasson jeans with one of these fantastic vintage tees. i can't remember for the life of me where i found them, but i do remember that both were obscenely expensive, so i'll settle for soaking up the nostalgia through my computer screen.