Depending upon where you are, the juxtaposition of couches and barbecues evoke different results. In Santa Barbara, for example, they have a tendency to barbecue their couches. Not so here in the city. And certainly not so over the Fourth of July weekend at Crissy Field, where passers-by were puzzled by the odd sight of a bourbon-colored couch gracing a cookout.
As William Shakespeare put it, "Well, you don't see that every day."
When asked how the hell a large couch was transported to a barbecue, Ryan Bolonesi pointed to a U-Haul and said, "There's my sweet ride."
The resident at U.C. San Francisco has found a novel way to couch-surf: He provides the couch. He's in the midst of moving "From Los Angeles to I don't know where," and, in the midst of it, found himself at a barbecue.