dith.er - to be nervously irresolute in doing

May 17 2009
This is what I didn’t do this weekend. But I did spend the entire day reading on a chaise lounge under a shaded umbrella, so I’m not too disappointed. Maybe next year. (I’ve said that three times now.)
I absolutely love seeing these picture though! The quintessential SF weekend with 80 degree weather. Am I really lucky enough to live here?
scenes-from-my-hood:

we started the day next to this float, that was carrying a REALLY GOOD dj.
that guy is throwing a tortilla, which is what one does at the beginning of the bay to breakers. naturally.
our float was a gurney from the doctor’s hospital.
i was a patient, wearing a hospital gown and…. a prosthetic butt.
don’t mind that.
the doctor was a… doctor.
our IV bags did not hold saline.
we had a defibrilator.  seriously.
at any rate, the bay to breakers did not disappoint.
there was creepy nudity
and awesome costumes (though way too many swine flu references)
the “salmon” who run the race from finish to start
a midget on a tiny bicycle
a lot of dancing
and it is san francisco
at it’s most san francisconess.
we ended the day eventually at milk.
i walked home.
blocks and blocks of revelers still out on the street
few of them sober
all of them seemingly elated.
music and talking to strangers and a lot of odd exhibitionism and pet pigs.
all part of this prototypically san francisco day.

This is what I didn’t do this weekend. But I did spend the entire day reading on a chaise lounge under a shaded umbrella, so I’m not too disappointed. Maybe next year. (I’ve said that three times now.)

I absolutely love seeing these picture though! The quintessential SF weekend with 80 degree weather. Am I really lucky enough to live here?

scenes-from-my-hood:

we started the day next to this float, that was carrying a REALLY GOOD dj.

that guy is throwing a tortilla, which is what one does at the beginning of the bay to breakers. naturally.

our float was a gurney from the doctor’s hospital.

i was a patient, wearing a hospital gown and…. a prosthetic butt.

don’t mind that.

the doctor was a… doctor.

our IV bags did not hold saline.

we had a defibrilator.  seriously.

at any rate, the bay to breakers did not disappoint.

there was creepy nudity

and awesome costumes (though way too many swine flu references)

the “salmon” who run the race from finish to start

a midget on a tiny bicycle

a lot of dancing

and it is san francisco

at it’s most san francisconess.

we ended the day eventually at milk.

i walked home.

blocks and blocks of revelers still out on the street

few of them sober

all of them seemingly elated.

music and talking to strangers and a lot of odd exhibitionism and pet pigs.

all part of this prototypically san francisco day.

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